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fungifaggot · 4 years ago

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Please Take Me Home...

A/n: Back again with an annual post wahoo. Anyway, I hope yall are doing okay and staying safe. (Heads up I didn’t edit this well)

!Feel free to send constructive criticism!

Summary: Peter is drunk and alone and he wants to go home. Little did he know, asking you for a ride home would be one of the best decisions he ever made.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, underaged drinking, sad peter, Ion kno.

The music was loud and the air was warm. The house was full of nearly one hundred sweaty bodies colliding into one another, yet somehow Peter managed to still feel alone.

Deep breaths he told himself

Yet with every passing gasp for air the sensation of suffocating only grew stronger. He wanted to get out of there, and he wanted to get out now.

For the past hour he had been on a search for Ned and Mj, and as much as it pained him to do so, he was coming to terms with the fact that they had left him, and therefore so did his ride. (Not that they'd ever do that, but let's just assume they thought he had already left or something)

Good god did he wish that he had never been talked into coming, and god did he wish that he wasn’t still there.

Yet no matter how hard he wished or how tight he shut his eyes, every time they opened he was still there. Surrounded. Not only by people, but with booze, loud music, and the disgusting warmth that was radiating off the flesh of every sweaty intoxicated teenager.

At that very moment everything was wrong. His head was throbbing, rhythmic pounding clouding any coherent thought he had, and surely the loud bass wasn’t helping

Peter knew that you also had attended the party, but subconsciously he had been trying his best to avoid you in any way possible.

You see, it wasn't because he disliked you or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

You and Peter got along great. The bond between You, Mj, Ned, and Peter was unbreakable and he loved spending time with you, but despite your friendly personality, Peter was appalled at the idea of talking to you. He couldn’t help it. Any time he was around you, he reeked of insecurity. Feeling as though he wasn’t good enough. You weren’t popular per say, but the way you held yourself in such a laid back yet confident manner had somehow managed to leave a great impression with just about everyone. And it was that fact about you that made Peter doubt himself. He’d tell himself that he was much too boring or too ‘lame’ to be around you. And although he knew you’d never think that about him yourself, he’d instantaneously tense up and get painfully awkward the second you walked into the room, and that alone that made him fear your presence.

(It also didn't really help that he had the worst crush on you.. Like seriously the worst. As in staying up till 2:00 am stalking your social media type of bad.)

Despite Peter's dread, he was beginning to realize that he wasn't exactly given a choice. There was no one else in the house even remotely worth talking to except you. And with that in mind Peter began his second search of the night.

It only took him about two solid minutes to give up, in which he resorted to just tapping someone on the shoulder and asking.

“HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHERE (Y/N) IS?” He shouted, unable to hear his own voice over the sound of the blaring music.

“OH YEAH! HE’S UPSTAIRS IN THE ROOM TO THE LEFT...I THINK” Was the slurred response he received.

“OH UHH OKAY. THANK YOU” Peter replied.

“YEAH ANYTIME MAN” he heard behind him as he beelined to the staircase.

Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth he reminded himself as he made his way up the stairs, trying to build up courage with every step he passed.

He took one last deep breath, attempting to calm the violent shaking occurring within his hands. He formed them into a fist and brought one up to the door, sending a knock that would echo throughout the hallway.

“Come in~” he heard from behind the door, giving him permission to enter.

As soon as the door creaked open, he was met face to face with a thick cloud of smoke. He stepped inside, taking in a deep breath, flooding his nose with the stench of marijuana before almost immediately making eye contact with you.

“Peteyyyy” You sang out, halting the conversation you were previously having

,but before Peter had the chance to respond, his voice hitched in the back of his throat and an overwhelming feeling of warmth tremored throughout his body. He knew something bad was about to happen. He knew he was going to puke...

“Uhhh, s-sorry. Wrong room.” He muttered out, making a 180 degree turn before bolting out the door. His palms began to sweat and his mouth salivated heavily. He tried to breathe and suppress the violent urge to puke, but knew that there was no hope. He ran to the closest bathroom, not bothering to knock as he bursted through the door slamming it shut behind him. He made his way to the (thankfully already open) toilet and emptied out his stomach. He continued to gag, and eventually made himself comfortable on the bathroom floor when he felt he was finished. He flushed the contents down and rested his cheek on the toilet seat only to then perk his head up when he heard a light knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey Petey, you doin’ okay in there?”

“Y-yeah im okay! Just a little...tired that's all!” He rushed out, internally smacking himself in the face. “Just a little tired”? What the fuck Peter.

He heard the door open and rushed into a sitting position, trying to appear as normal.

You sauntered in, closing the toilet lid and taking a seat on it.

“You doin’ okay?” You repeated.

“Yeah, i’m just fine. Y’know.. like I said.” He responded, flashing you a forced smile.

You rolled your eyes at him and gave his hair a gentle pet.

“You sure? You seem... off.” you uttered, handing him a bottle of water.

Peter sighed accepting your offer, moving his eyes down to his feet.

“I just don’t really want to be here right now.” he said before taking a swig.

“Shit...I’m sorry.” you sighed out.

“There anything I could do to help?”

Peter brought his sorrow filled eyes back up to yours,

“I-is there any way you could take me home?”

“Fuck. Baby you know I would if I could, but I’m uh... not exactly sober right now.” You responded, guilt lacing your words, as you began to regret your decisions.

“Baby”. He knew it was a word that you’d throw around to any of your close friends, but he couldn't suppress the warm feeling that burned throughout his body when it rolled off your tongue.

Peter let out a shy chuckle continuing to sip from the bottle and replied

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Looks like neither of us are driving.” You said with a deep chuckle.

“Where’s Ned and Mj? I bet they’d help.” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Gone.”

“Oh...” Was all you could find yourself responding with.

You stood up from where you sat, extending your hand out to Peter.

“Lets get outta here. Even if it's just for a bit.” You said with a slanted smile.

You helped him up slowly, placing your free hand on his lower back, directing him towards the door.

Peter waited at the top of the stairs while you notified your friends of your departure.

As soon as you returned you took a hold of his hand and guided him down the stairs and out the door. A small gust of wind met your face as the door shut behind you. The sweat gathered on the back of Peter's neck began to fade and the throbbing in his head lessened. Not completely, but enough for it to be bearable.

“Feels good to be out of there huh?” You said almost as if you had read his mind, compelling him to nod in agreement.

The two of you began to walk in a random direction, hands still together. Peter's mind racing a million miles a minute.

“Where did Ned and Mj go?”

“Is (Y/n) annoyed that he has to spend time with me?”

“Oh god, my hands are sweating aren't they…”

“What... you nervous or somethin?” You giggled, raising your connected hands into the air and squishing them together to emphasize the fact that they were sticky.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning and there were no cars out, Peter swore he would’ve jumped in front of one without hesitation.

“Oh um, i’m sorry...” He muttered, embarrassment flooding his system, so much to the point it nearly put the boy in tears.

“Awe, c’mon I'm just kidding around” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh ha-haaa” Peter replied sarcastically, sending you a childish pout.

You bumped your hip into his as a friendly gesture, causing him to stumble a bit.

“It’s...cute.”

“Cute.” He muttered, moreso to himself than you.

The two of you continued to walk, not even sure where it was you planned on going. The silence grew thicker with every passing second, but Peter was much too caught up in his own thoughts to even notice. You released his grip, bringing him back to reality, and went to dig around your pocket.

“Aha-” you brought your hand back up, displaying a pair of airpods (or any bluetooth ones idrc)

“You want it?” You asked, wiggling your phone in the air.

“O-oh! Sure!” he said, snatching it and placing it in his ear.

You put on (S/n). (‘Song name’, I humbly recommend ‘One Last Time by Summer Salt’) Peter's nerves settled as the rhythm of the song blared through his ears, drowning out his pesky thoughts.

You grabbed his hand again and started to swing it to the beat. Peter stared at you in awe as you swayed your head from side to side, meandering a bit as you walked. Eventually you swung your arm around Peter's shoulder, forcing him to move with you. If it weren't for the alcohol he probably would have laughed it off and nudged you, but instead he immitated your actions and began to sway overdramatically. That continued until you came to an abrupt stop and pointed. Peter followed you gaze, finding himself staring at a park.

You looked at him for a long second before bolting off towards the park without warning.

“Hey!” Peter yelped out, out eventually following your lead.

You ran and clumsily dove into a swing set, pushing yourself up off the ground, in a ‘superman’ pose before you came back down, dragging your hands and feet through the wood chips. You swung back and forth a few times before Peter came up and pushed your back so you rose up once again.

“Excuse you!” You laughed out flailing your legs in attempt to get him off of you, before ‘gracefully’ sliding off so that you stumbled for a second before ending up on your ass.

“You look like a dumbass” Peter said with a bright smile, kicking some wood chips at you.

You stood up, brushing your self off while looking him in the eyes

“and you love it” you said with a wink.

“Shut up” He said, lightly shoving your chest and turning away to hide his blush.

After that the two of you messed around, sliding down slides, and fucking around on the monkey bars until you eventually ended up laying down in a grass field looking up at the stars.

The two of you talked about everything. College, work, the party, Peters ‘internship’, everything.

“Why don’t we talk more?” you sighed out as you sat back up.

“I don’t know...” Peter lied, whilst clumsily rolling over to rest his head on your thigh.

“Well. We should.” You stated, moving so that you were looking down into his eyes. You stayed in the position for what felt like forever, enjoying the gentle wind, as you analyzed Peters features.

You pulled out your phone, breaking the silence after reading the time

2:30 am

“You wanna head back?” You asked, ruffling Peter's hair.

“Back where exactly?”

“My place?”

“Sure” Peter yawned.

You turned your music back up once you were both standing, hands interlocking once again as you started your adventure for the second time that night.

Once you returned to the house, you saw that the lights were still on and the music was very much still blaring.

You opened the car door on Peters side before walking around and getting in yourself.

As the two of you got seated Peter handed you your head phone back and let his body relax.

You reached into the back and pulled up a soft blanket, handing it to Peter.

You turned the radio on, keeping the volume low as you gave yourself some time to completely sober up. You turned to Peter so you could continue the conversation from earlier, only to be met with a sleeping boy.

Drool dribbled from his lips and slight snores emitted from him. His hair was a mess and boy did he not look comfortable, but you thought it was sweet nonetheless.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of him.

You were definitely gonna show him that in the morning

After about another 30 minutes of simply relaxing, you turned the key and drove off.

Peter mumbled in his sleep as you nudged him for what was probably the hundredth time, only waking up when you smacked him in the back of the head. You led him to the apartment door and unlocked it, kicking your shoes off to the side as soon as you entered.

Once you reached your room, you swung the door open, signaling for him to enter before you.

“Such a gentleman” Peter said in a groggy voice, before making himself comfortable and plopping onto your bed. He nearly fell back asleep until he was abruptly hit by a flock of clothes.

“There ya go- figured you’d want em’ since we're covered in dirt.” You chuckled

“Oh yeah...and this” tossing him a brand new toothbrush.

You tore your shirt off and chucked it into a random corner, grabbing some clean sweatpants as you made your way to the bathroom.

You turned around at the door, noticing that Peter had been staring at you

“I’ll be right back”

After brushing your teeth and changing, you came back out. Peter taking your previous position in the bathroom.

In the meantime you got comfortable, rearranging the pillows so that they were equally distributed.

Peter eventually came back out dressed in your clothes, looking almost as if he were drowning in your hoodie. If you could have snapped a picture right then and there, you would have, but simply seeing him like that was enough for you.

You lifted up the blanket signalling for him to join you, and he did so after turning off all the lights.

You both laid next to each other in the dark for a bit before you heard Peter turn to face you.

You turned your head just so that you could just make out his general figure. Despite it being dark, you could see that Peter was looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

“Could you uhm... could you maybe hold me?” He stammered out.

You smiled softly, not that he could see it, and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him into you, and allowing himself to burrow in and get as warm as possible.

“Of course Peter” you whispered into his hair

“Of course...”

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onlyfansdotcomslashshawnmendes · 4 years ago

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Start of Something Great - pt. 2

ALRIGHT, YALL WANTED IT, SO HERE IT IS! Is it a good ending? Maybe. You’ll have to find out. C: If you haven’t read part one to this fic, and would like to, you can here.

NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / ANGST / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / did I mention angst? / 6.4k words

The lights were completely off, only the bathroom adjacent to the bed provided lighting from a slim crack in the doorway. Comforting scents of sandalwood and frangipani lingered in the air. The nag champa incense long since burned out. But it mixed with the musk in the air, the soft sweetness of coconut oil seemed to stick just below her nose. Warm, it was so warm, wrapped in blankets and wrapped in his arms. His body was warm, and soft, arms laced around her waist. One of his legs rested between hers, soft lips moved up her arm; to the tip of her shoulder and then down the curve of her neck and up to her jaw. The music was playing softly, but close to the bed, currently John Legend. Her eyes were closed as she soaked up the feelings of the moment. Large hands and calloused fingers moved up her stomach, over her breasts. She felt his lips move higher, teeth nipping at her earlobe, breath hot. “Tonight I'll be the best you ever had. I don't wanna brag, but I'll be the best you ever had.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly as he sang the lyrics against her jawline. He sang too well for just some hockey player, she’d told him that before, but now wasn’t the time. “Shawn!” she scolded in a whisper, giving him a shove. She turned now to face him, looking up at him as if her head wasn’t under his chin. Still he wrapped his arms back around her, his fingertips grazing her spine. Sometimes she swore he could feel the electric currents he sent through her body. “You had to ruin the moment,” she teased before leaning in and kissing the tip of his chin once. She moved back then, slowly pulling herself from his arms. A heavy sigh came from the curly haired boy, his hands holding her wrists trying to keep her in the bed. “I need to go Shawn,” she said in a whisper. “Stay the night,” his voice was almost a muffled huff, “You said he’s out of town.” She sighed, for a moment paused in her attempt to leave. “He is out of town, but I have to FaceTime him before I got to bed.” her tone made it sound like it made so much sense, almost like scolding him for not understanding. A huff came from Shawn, almost like a sneer as he fell back in bed. He wasn’t holding onto her wrists anymore. “Fine, go.” he said softly. “It’s literally 11pm anyway, if he believes you’re in the library this late on a Friday night, more power to him, I guess.” She scoffed at that, “You’re such a bitch sometimes Shawn, you know that? Why don’t you just call your round two and get off my ass?” Her tone was irritated with him, but so was she, and she saw no reason to pretend different. “Right,” he said in a tired tone, “I forgot you’re just here to get some good dick and then go back to your otherwise perfect sweet caring boyfriend who does nothing wrong.” his tone was almost mocking. “He is sweet Shawn! He’s a really nice guy, and he cares about me a lot! He’s not a dumb jock who sleeps his way through life and who’s biggest concern is if his hair looks okay.” her tone was so defensive and she wasn’t even sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “Yeah but you don’t love him, do you?” Shawn’s voice was softer now, as he turned his head, looking over at her. There was silence between them, she didn’t know how to answer that. She cared about her boyfriend, of course. But if she loved him, why did she keep coming back to Shawn. Why did being in Shawn’s arms feel so right, in a way she’d never felt before. Why did she feel a pang of jealousy at the idea of Shawn taking her advice and calling a round two. But before she spoke, Shawn did, looking over her, “I can’t do this anymore.” It caused her to look back at him, almost shocked, “What?” her question was so quiet that she almost didn’t hear it herself. “This,” he answered, waving his hand around the room, clearly he heard her question. “I’m not doing this, I’m tired of being someone you come to when you want some dick. I liked it better when we were friends, I wish we’d never even fucked.” he said shaking his head. Everything about what he said, made her feel sick to her stomach. And she wasn’t sure if he said he’d have rather never done this, or the fact that ‘fucked’ sounded so casual, emotionless. “Shawn we were never friends,” she said eyes locked on him. “We had class together and you flicked paper balls at me until we had to work on a project together. And you barely did any of it, and you were annoying. And finally once you knew my name you decided to try and fuck me at a party,” her tone was bitter as she threw his own word back at him. “Nice,” he said nodding, “Glad we were never friends, at least I’ve been...just some dick this whole time.” he said giving her SUCH a fake smile. “Shawn you can’t be serious,” she sighed, “You can’t be upset about this for real.” her voice was almost exhausted. For a moment, he was quiet, looking over her, “Listen, I like you,” he said in a way that made it almost sound like an insult. “And if you want to stay with your boyfriend that’s fine. I..guess I am not the one to decide if you love him or not.” he said looking over her for a moment, “But I can’t...keep doing this and then watching you go home to some other guy.” he said shrugging. “So, I won’t do it.” he said, “Leave now please,” he added, “I’m going to go take a shower.” His voice was almost monotone, as he got out of the bed and walked himself into his bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving the room she was standing in entirely dark. She heard the shower turn on, and for a moment she still just stood there. He liked her? What did that even mean? Well, until that moment she hadn’t even been entirely sure he liked her as a person, but she supposed that meant he did. But did he mean he loved her? Or was that just a polite way of letting her know he didn’t hate her before he went off on her about her boyfriend. He didn’t use the word love, but he did when he mentioned her feelings. Did he just expect her to break up with her boyfriend to feed his ego about being the only man she was ...’fucking’? After a moment she decided it was either the worst love confession of all time, or he’d just had an ego trip from hell. Neither made her feel better, and neither did anything to ease the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somewhere along the lines, she’d fallen in love with him. He’d told her not to but she did it anyway. It was why she kept coming back. The only reason she’d hooked up with him in the first place was because working on that damn project with him gave her the biggest crush. She swore he’d known it, he had to, or else he’d have never asked her to have sex with him, right? It was what made her keep coming back for a taste of him, even if guilt of cheating on her boyfriend was eating away at her. She loved her boyfriend, or at least she told herself. But Shawn gave her butterflies. The way she felt when he complimented her made her feel a type of beautiful she’d never felt before. She’d tried to convince herself it was just good sex. But it wasn’t. Somewhere between the car sessions and the milkshakes and fries he’d talked her into afterward...she’d fallen in love. A type of love she’d never felt before. Comfort. But she hadn’t let herself feel it, not with Shawn. She never felt comfortable in a crowd. No, they were two different clicks. He was with the jocks, the funny, the painfully handsome, the stupidly popular. And she... well she’d had three classes with him prior to their group project, and he still hadn’t known her name. A nobody, ro him just some nerdy girl with a major he’d never asked about. It didn’t matter how she felt around him when they were alone. That wasn’t love, she’d told herself, he treated every girl he fucked that way. That had to be true, right? Awkwardness of standing there, naked in his bedroom finally took over. With a soft sigh, she grabbed her clothes, pulling on each piece. Once she was dressed, she walked to the door of the bathroom where Shawn was. If this was over, she had nothing to lose right? He at least owed her an explanation of what he meant. Her hand touched the knob, and she turned it, but it stopped half way. Locked. Asshole. With a sigh she grabbed her bag, there really was nothing else for her to do besides go back to her dorm to sulk, and so she did. She went back to her dorm, and she did call her boyfriend, not for long, she couldn’t handle him asking what was wrong. She told him she was sick, not feeling well and needing to sleep. Once the call was over though, she found herself crying. Curling up in her bed, miserable. Even if she weren’t sick, she felt it. Never had a fight with a man made her feel this way, not even her boyfriend. She finally reached for her phone, opening up Shawn’s contact. She looked at the last message from him, his reply to her saying she’d be at his dorm soon. ‘Can’t wait ❤️❤️❤️’ It made her heart ache and she pushed it out of her mind before sending him another text. “Hi” she sent before double texting a “Can we talk?” she didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but honestly she’d take most anything. Hours came and went, and no message back from Shawn. She looked for the message that he’d read it, but there was none of that either. Eventually, after a bit more tears, and a half pint of ice cream, she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, well what was left of the morning, she felt almost hungover. She groaned as she checked her phone, 11:23am. Instantly she opened her messages, no reply from Shawn. But there it sat now, and her heart sank. ‘Read at 3:04am’. She felt a wave of nausea when she imagined what he was doing up so late. Instantly she closed her messages, flipping through her phone and opening Instagram. Straight to his profile, no new posts. Stories? Three. A party. A video of him taking shots. Typical. A video of him and one of his male friends arm wrestling? Okay? The last one, Shawn, and a girl. He held her jaw in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, pouring the beer into her mouth. Laughs all around, from his friends, from him, from her even. And then he kissed her, beer spilling over the both of them. She could feel tears welling in her eyes again already. She wanted to think he did that on purpose, to bother her, to send her a message. Well if his intent was to hurt her, it worked. But was she even so important to him? It took a moment, but she pulled herself together, she couldn’t be sat here crying over a boy she wasn’t even dating. Even if the thought of him with another girl did make her miserable. The rest of her day, progressed much like her morning. She couldn’t bare to make herself text him again. That evening she was supposed to see her boyfriend. Midway through the day she texted him to let him know she still wasn’t feeling well, and they couldn’t hang out. She just couldn’t drag herself out of this funk. It didn’t help that her boyfriend disregarded her wishes, and that night he came over, bringing her soups and juices. A sweet gesture of course, but here she was sick to her stomach over another man, and this one was being so kind to her. Her stomach in her throat, heart feeling like it was coming out of her chest, she broke up with him. There were tears, and frustrations, but even so, she went through with it. She was honest, confessing to him that she’d fallen for someone else. She didn’t tell him of the...affair the dozens of hookups, but she considered that cruel and unusual. Once he was finally gone, she found herself cursing Shawn, and she picked up her phone again, sending a message. “You’re such a fucking brat” she sent, as if he was he who had made her do what she’d just done. Truth be told, he was right, she should have done it long ago, after the first night. This time, it was much faster. ‘Read at 9:26pm’ A soft gasp left her lips, “Shawn I know you’re there.” she sent, “Answer me.” Once more, ‘Read at 9:30pm’ she waited a moment, before sighing hard. “Shawn, answer me, its important, we need to talk. I’m sorry” She wasn’t sure why she apologized, desperation maybe. ‘Read at 9:32pm’ For a moment, she considered going directly to his dorm, just to smack him across the face, but what would that do? Instead, she opted to call him. Declined, immediately. Finally, she saw the text bubbles popping up on his side of the screen. She watched impatiently until the message popped up. ‘Please leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep, good night.’ With shaky fingers she immediately responded, “Well that’s a goddamn lie.” A brief wait, ‘Read at 9:35pm’. But she got no answer past that, all it did was make her realize that she was in fact trembling. She gave a dramatic soft scream and threw her phone down. With one final sigh she went to microwave herself some ramen and call it a night, as far as she was concerned she damn well deserved it. The night passed, and days passed, she tried to text him a few more times, but no answer from Shawn. Finally, she decided it had been enough. He was going to know how she felt, and if he didn’t feel the same, fine, but she needed closure. He wouldn’t answer her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to get his attention. She took a break from her funk to get dressed up, a fresh shower and hair wash. She even shaved, lucky Shawn. And she sat down, doing her makeup, making sure it was perfect, and her hair, just the way she liked. Finally, time to get dressed. After careful consideration, she picked out a black dress. It was a little tighter on her than when she first bought it, but it did hug all of the right places. And she decided for sure, tonight was the night. She pulled out a push up bra, and some tall heels, ones that made her almost tall enough to kiss Shawn without him leaning down. Under the dress though..that was the real secret. Baby pink lace lingerie, that really did hug every single curve perfectly. Lace on the sides with only a bit of silk to cover the most important bits, heart shaped. Once she was finally done, she slipped her lipstick into her bag, just incase she needed to touch it up, a travel makeup wipe, and some powder, the basics in her mind. She almost felt like a fool walking down the halls like that, but of course girls did it all the time, she just..didn’t happen to be a party girl. In fact, it was already Friday night again, many girls dressed so similar to her walked past her. Silently she found herself praying that she hadn’t missed Shawn before he left for his own party session, it was still a little early after all. Once she arrived at his building, on his floor, right in front of his dorm door, she raised her hand to knock, and then froze in spot. Talking inside? A female voice? She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door, she could have sworn she heard a gasp, or a moan, or a sigh...or something above the nausea in her stomach. As much as she didn’t have a right to be jealous over him, she damn sure was. And with a huff, she knocked on that door, if there was a girl in there, she was determined to interrupt it. After what felt like an eternity, Shawn opened the door, a half crack. And there he stood, curls ever so slightly messy, a little stubble on his chin, and he was shirtless. In fact, he was only wearing grey pajama pants, bare feet sticking out from the pant legs. She tried her best not to stare at his chest, or....abs, or..if those pajama pants fit just right... “Hi, let me in,” she said finally, doing her best to have a stern voice. Shawn quirked a brow at her, “Well, don’t you have good timing.” he said before opening his door, “Come on.” he said before opening that door. “Is someone here?” she asked once she walked in, glancing at Shawn closing his door and flipping the lock. “No,” he said gesturing toward his open laptop on the bed. She took a moment to step over to it, peaking at the laptop screen, almost as if next shed look under his bed. But she gasped softly once she saw the screen, “Porn?” she asked. “I wasn’t joking about your timing,” he said, and as she turned around to face him, he kissed her. It caught her off guard, his hand on her jaw, his lips crushing into hers. It felt the same as it always had, butterflies in her stomach, her body seeming to melt against his. Every question, and accusation and demand she had, seemed to leave her mind. Even if this didn’t go the way she planned, what was one more time? She deserved a good lay right? That was what she told herself anyway. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her fingertips dragging down his back. Moments later it switched to nails as his lips grazed down her jaw, and down her neck. “You missed this dick, huh?” he whispered just below her ear. “Can you not be cocky...for fifteen seconds?” she asked against his jaw. It earned her a soft laugh from the curly haired boy. And he went back to kissing at her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there, but not hard enough to leave a mark. His hands moved over her body, and down her hips, before moving up her back. He unzipped that dress, and already began to pull it off of her. Within minutes, he had that dress off, dropping it beside them. “You look so fucking good baby...” he whispered against her jaw, before leaning up to kiss her lips. She felt her cheeks burn at the compliment, and at him calling her baby. She kept kissing him back, one of her hands moved into his hair, her fingers locking in those curls. Her body almost melted under him, against him still, she felt herself moan into those kisses. “This outfit..” he whispered against her lips, "Let me look at you..” he said pulling back gently and looking over her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in lingerie before..” he said quietly, his fingertips tracing her figure. “You look like something out of a dream..” he said in a quiet voice. ”You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..” he said it almost like he was talking to himself. But before she could answer his lips were on hers again. All she managed was a soft ‘Shawn’ into those kisses, but he just hummed against her lips as a response. “I know,” he murmured into the kisses, “I know what I said before, but just one more time..” he whispered. “Shawn,” she breathed against his lips. She wanted to tell him that it should..not just be one more time. But he silenced her with kisses, his hands moving up the curve of her spine. His fingers undid her bra and pulled it off. His lips moved along her neck as his hands moved up over her chest slowly, massaging her breasts. Her hands moved over his body in return, along his sides and over his chest, down the toned muscles. She tilted her head to the side, soft moans falling from her lips as his lips moved along her neck. “I missed you..” she whispered before running one hand up his neck and tangling it into the curls at the base there. Shawn made a sound almost like a huff, and she couldn’t tell if he was laughing because he found it funny or because he didn’t believe her. He pulled her hips forward, his hands on her lower back, making her arch as he kissed over her chest. Little licks and nips as he made his way along her skin. Her hands tangled once more in his hair, playing with his curls and tugging them gently. “That feels so good Shawn,” she whispered, “Do you like sucking those tits?” her voice was soft, almost like a little moan of her own. Shawn gave a low ‘mhm’ under his breath, almost nuzzling his face against her chest. He kept sucking at her skin, licking and sucking over her nipples for a moment. His hands moved lower down her waist, massaging her for a moment, like he just wanted to feel her. And then his hands pushed her panties down, letting them fall as his hands began to massage and knead at her bottom. “You’re so hot..” he whispered against her skin gently. But soon enough he pulled back up, kissing her lips hard. “Let me taste something else..” he said against her lips before slowly pulling back. And he picked up his laptop, closing it and setting it on his beside table. Once he turned back to face her though, she bit at her bottom lip, running her hands up his chest again. “How about this time Shawn..” she said softly, “You let me have a taste,” she did her best to give him the most sultry look she could muster. “You..always go down on me, like everytime we’ve ever hooked up,” she said giving him bedroom eyes, “How about this time you let me spoil you? Let me suck that big cock before you fuck me?” she asked, running her fingertips lower, just above the waistband of his pants. “Please?” There was a moment where Shawn just looked over her, before nodding, “Alright,” he said giving her a little grin, “Who am I to say no to a perfectly good blowjob?” Once he agreed, she nodded, “Thank you daddy,” she cooed with her sweetest voice. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and pulled them down, dropping them to his ankles where he slipped them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them, and his cock was already visibly quite hard. “Is all this for me?” she cooed, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of it. “It’s so big,” she cooed. She saw Shawn roll his eyes, almost shaking his head, but there was still a smile on his lips. “Sit down!” she said then, in almost a bratty voice, before shoving him to sit on the edge of his bed. Shawn half fell with a little laugh, sitting back on the bed and watching her as she moved down onto her knees in front of him. “You look so handsome,” she cooed looking up at him, running her nails up and down his thick thighs. Her hand finally moved to take hold of his cock and she leaned in, peppering kisses along the length of it. She dragged her tongue along the underside, giving a hum while she did. Her tongue moved higher, around the tip of his cock, and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the slit at the tip. Shawn’s hands were tangling into her hair now, pulling it a bit as moaned softly. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and he gave a shaky exhale. “That’s nice baby..” he whispered. He felt her smile against his cock, and he looked down to see it as well. She was smiling, before taking him deeper into her mouth. All at once she was bobbing her head, sucking hard and hungrily, almost leaning up on her knees while she did like she was SO eager. And truth be told, she was eager, she’d missed him. The noises coming from him were constant, soft hungry whimpers as he pulled her hair a bit tighter “Fuck baby that feels amazing..” he groaned. She pulled back, but only for a moment, spitting against his cock before her hand took over where her mouth had been. She stroked him eagerly and hungry, leaning down to gently suck at his balls. She gave him soft little kisses and licks in-between that made him spread his legs and groan out. “Oh..god...damn,” he groaned, his head rolling to the side and then back. One hand stayed in her hair, but one moved back to rest on the bed, almost like to steady himself. “You’re doing such a good job baby..” he whispered. “Mhn, I love my daddy’s cock..” she murmured against his skin, before popping him right back into her mouth. She felt him throb, just seconds before, at her words, more than her touch. It made her moan against him gently as she pressed her mouth down as far as she could, gagging against him lightly. She felt him shift on the bed, she saw his abs clench, and she pulled back, kissing the tip of his cock over and over. “Do you wanna fuck me now, Shawn?” she cooed, before kissing at the side of his cock now, along it gently. “Yeah..” he whispered, “Absolutely, come up here for me.” he said standing up, and pulling her up, putting her on his bed. He pushed her back, so her head rested on the pillow, before he got up and moved over her himself. He was spreading her legs moving between them, wrapping a hand around his cock and dragging the tip along her inner folds. He was almost shocked to see strings of wetness, not only his precum but his arousal. He’d have never owned it, but his cheeks flushed a soft pink at how worked up she was just from sucking his cock. “Wait,” her voice snapped him out of his almost trance, and he looked up at her, with a soft ‘hm?’ “Condom,” she said softly, “Get one.” For a second, his expression was blank, and he nodded, before opening his bedside drawer, grabbing a condom out of the box in there. “You didn’t make me use one the last time you were here, decided you don’t like my dick as good raw?” His question made her gasp, and she felt her cheeks burn. “Don’t be a asshole, the last time I was here, you showed me a letter showing me you’d been tested and you were clean. You got another one?” she asked. “No, but I’m clean,” Shawn almost scoffed the words as he pulled on the condom. “Right, it’s been a week I’m sure you haven’t put that dick annnywhere else.” she said giving him a look. “You sound jealous,” he added with a soft smile. She huffed, “You know I have toys bigger than that in my drawer right, and they vibrate, you don’t vibrate. You just say stupid shit.” He grinned at that, before taking a hold of his cock now, and pushing up into her, “What drawer?” he asked, leaning up. One hand held her hip, one rested on the bed above her shoulder as he began to thrust into her. “Mhn, fuck Shawn,” she moaned, her hands resting on him, one on his back and one around his shoulders. “Fuck that feels good,” she panted, her pussy already clenching around him. “I know it does baby, it’s good dick, which drawer?” he asked brushing his lips against her jaw. She quirked a brow at him, “The one beside my bed, why do you care hn?” she asked, wrapping her leg around his waist now, pulling him tighter to her, “Just fuck me, Shawn,” she hummed. “Mhn, yes ma’am,” he purred, leaning down a bit closer. But he took one hand, spreading her free leg open as the other hand balanced his weight. He was thrusting into her harder now, already reaching a sort of rough pace. “That feel good? You wanna tell me how good it feels?” he hummed against her jaw. “Your ego is worse than normal...” she panted, unable to keep from letting a moan slip out. “I just want some compliments baby, and I want you to give them to me, come on, tell me,” he whispered against her jaw, “Please? Don’t make me fuck it out of you?” For a moment she grinned, looking over him with such a little smirk. “Oh I think you might have to fuck it out of me Shawn..” she cooed. “I think you might just need to fuck that little pussy until I’m begging you to stop..” she cooed. She was already giving soft moans, but she heard Shawn laugh, under his breath, and she knew she was in for it. “Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed. Within seconds, Shawn’s hands took her thighs, and he spread them wide open. He didn’t push them up to her shoulders, but he did push them up some. “God your pussy is so fucking pretty..you know that? And so are you, you look like a fucking angel under me,” Shawn purred. He looked over a moment longer before using her legs as sort of leverage as he began to thrust into her. He didn’t put all of his weight on her, but that meant each he almost ‘fell’ into her, and it slammed his cock deep into her. Within seconds, he had her on the verge of sobbing. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Shawn, oh fuck that’s deep!” she cried, her hands clawing down his back instantly. “O-..Oh Shawn!” her voice was strained and each thrust up into her made her cry out, in such a vulgar way. “Tell me you love it baby,” he whispered against her jaw, leaning in to literally lick up her cheek. “Tell me you love that huge fucking dick stretching out your pussy. Tell me how good it is, tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had..” Her voice was shaking so bad it took her a second to even speak. God it felt good, and she realized it even more now that it had been a while. She hadn’t been with him, she hadn’t been with her boyfriend. She’d been so down in the dumps about this that she hadn’t even touched herself. And now, all of that pleasure was flooding in, each thrust made her feel it in the pit of her stomach, burning heat. “Fuck Shawn,” she whimpered after a moment, she knew her nails were dragging blood down his back, she could feel it. “Please,” his voice was hot against her jaw, “Tell me how good it feels,” he panted those words, and it did sound like a plea, like he had to hear or he’d die. “It feels...so good Shawn..” she panted, and she could have sworn she heard him sigh of relief. “Mhm,” he moaned against her jaw, “More,” his voice was so quiet she barely heard it. “It’s the best I ever had Shawn...” she whispered, “I mean it, you fuck me so fucking good..” her voice almost sobbed those words. “I’m going to cum, so fast baby, I’m so fucking close Shawn..” she whimpered as she tangled one hand into his hair and tugged hard. “Do you want that baby, you want me to soak that thick cock? I want to do it..I want to cum for you so bad,” she whimpered those words. He nodded to her, almost breathlessly. “Yeah baby, fuck yeah, soak that cock for me..” he panted, “Show me how good it makes you feel, I just want to make you feel good so bad..” he panted. She nodded to him, eagerly, her response just desperate moans. He was so clearly invested, so desperate and eager to make her cum. He was focused on it, his lips parted softly as he gave quiet moans of his own. His eyes were locked on her, all that moved were his curls that hung in his face while he thrust into her so consistently like that. “I’m gonna Shawn..” her voice sounded like a warning, “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, don’t stop,” she whined. And within seconds she was, her pussy clenching against him over and over. She felt her hips jerk forward, desperate for that friction between them. She gave whining almost sobs of pleasure as he kept thrusting into her while she rode it out. Finally, she pushed at his hands, getting them off her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him closer with her thighs around his hips and kissed him hard, resting her hands on his cheeks. Shawn didn’t protest, kissing her back, and gently rolling his hips up against hers, keeping his tight to hers. “You fuck me so good Shawn...” she whispered, “You make me want that cock to be mine all the time,” she cooed. “It could have been,” Shawn said after a moment before gently starting to pull back, almost like that ended it for him. “Shawn,” she whispered, pulling at him more so, “That’s..why I came, I broke up with him.” she said looking up at the brunette with almost doll eyes, like begging him to react kindly. “You did?” he asked looking over her. For a moment she saw excitement, and then it was washed over by neutrality. “That’s...I mean that’s good for you but, I don’t get why you’re telling me because you said before like...a few times now that you’re not into me so..” he said shrugging. “Will you like..unhook your legs so I can pull out?” he asked quietly. For a moment there was silence, as she swallowed her pride. “I lied,” she blurted out. “I said that because I didn’t think you would ever date me..I thought you just wanted some easy pussy.” she said looking down, and away from him now, slowly unhooking her legs from his waist. But Shawn didn’t move, “So...you like me?” he asked, brow furrowed, “As in like you came here to tell me you two broke up, so...we could get together?” She couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, why else did I get all dolled up and come over to suck your dick, you silly boy,” she cooed. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, “Kiss me now,” she said, and Shawn sO eagerly leaned in, crushing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he finally said against her lips, “And I want to be your boyfriend. I know we haven’t...like had a chance to date for real before but..I want to now. And I want to be more than friends, and I don’t want us to fuck anyone besides each other.” His tone was so serious, but she couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he was being. “Of course Shawn, I want that too, very much..it’s...a big part of why I broke up with him, to be with you,” she cooed, stroking her fingers down his cheek. He grinned so wide, like a cat who got the cream, “Good.” he said softly, and he was pulling back from her now, slipping out of her. She leaned up, looking down between them, once more that condom was full. “Shawn, did you...like cum midway again?” she asked and he nodded. “Yeah kind of early on. Don’t...fuck with me about it, I’m your boyfriend now, be nice.” he said pointing at her. “God, Shawn, we talked about how...unsafe that is, I shudder to think of the potential children you have and don’t know about..or..what you could have possibly just given me.” she huffed. “I told you I’m clean,” he snapped at her, throwing the condom away and then flopping down next to her, cuddling with her. He reached down, pulling some sheets over them, before giving his phone an order to start some music. “Mhn, you don’t have to leave this time there’s nowhere to go, you’re my girlfriend now.” he said against her cheek, giving her soft kisses over and over against her soft skin. “Well, I should clean up before we go to sleep,” she cooed playfully, “Also, we have something to discuss Mendes. Wanna tell me why you were watching.. ‘Big dick jock pounds slutty nerd tutoring him’?” she asked arching a brow, “Is that what I am to you? A nerdy slutty tutor?” her tone was slightly raised. “Pft, never,” he said shaking his head, “I..do have a big dick, and a history of projecting though.” he said grinning. “Oh god you’re awful,” she said laughing. “I knew you thought I was a nerd,” she playfully huffed against his shoulder. “Mhn, you are, but you’re also..my girlfriend,” he hummed before kissing her lips once gently. “I love you too,” she cooed against his lips, before stealing another kiss.

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oingo233 · 4 years ago

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Sirius Comforting S/O After Rough Day

Summary: Blurbs for how Sirius would comfort his S/O after a rough day.

Sirius Black x Reader (neutral)

Warnings: like a mention or two of sexy times, fluff, so much fluff, some angst, cussing, also nothing about reader is specified and therefore totally neutral.

Authors Note: pls I need this man in my life!! I hope you all enjoy this! And though I’m no Sirius, if yall are having a bad day feel free to rant and talk to me whenever <3

****Love is Medicine****

He is always there to remind you he is there for you and that he loves you. But for the most part it depends on what kind of rough day you had.

- If it was a bad test, or mean people in the halls, or maybe just an onslaught of unlucky things happening all in one day and your mood is just rotten and down then will sneak in your favorite snack and some butterbeer “Lets not drink too heavily when we’re sad. Sad drinking is a no, no. I should know, know...”

- He just gets super dorky with everything he says, like his little “know know” joke above. He’ll definitely do everything in his power to make you laugh and smile.

- Will give you his coziest sweater, and bundle you up in a burrito blanket with him.

- When it is really bad, but in the sense where you’re just mentally and physically exhausted he’ll let you sleep on his chest or lap and charm paper animals to run and leap around you. You’re favorite is when he charms a simple rat, dog, stag and human boy (who looks a lot like Remus) and has them act out these great adventures or amusing plots which might have or might not have actually happened.

- If it’s a rough day that leaves you in a very self-conscious mood or just feeling weird he’ll make sure to show you how much he loves you, and if you are okay with it, he will make very slow, passionate love to you that leaves you blushing and in bliss for the rest of the night.

- Or if the day has you really angry he will for sure, again if you’re down, let you take your anger out in the bedroom. He is a switch, I just know it, and finds it so sexy when you take control and are rough ooops this was supposed to be fluff

But some other things he does on any rough day are...

- He’ll braid your hair (or try to, no matter the length, though depending on how short he might give up and pout, making you laugh), and then let you braid his. He learned how to braid hair from Lily when drunk and wanting his hair to be braided like hers.

- If you like reading, he will pick up your favorite book, drag you ontop of him, and then read to you and rub your back and hair. He’ll even do funny voices for each character.

- Lots of cuddles, and very long hugs and lingering forehead kisses, and periodical squeezes of the hand. He’ll always be touching you when your sad, to give you comfort and let you know that he is the shoulder you can cry on.

- I feel like sometimes he’ll try and put the situation into perspective or say certain things to make you feel better, but sometimes it comes off as invalidating. Once you told him this he immediately says he is sorry, while hugging you to his chest, and he feels awful, because he never wants to make your bad day worse. After that conversation he always makes sure to be more affectionate and just a listener when you’re sad, rather than someone who tries to talk you away from the exhaustion or source of negative feelings.

- But sometimes he says the most heartwarming sweet thing, or like really helpful and wise things that just make you feel better.

- Other times he will say the most out of pocket shit you can imagine, or tell you about a prank he did and just one of his many great stories that have you laughing and on the floor. Telling good and funny stories is a skill, you can’t tell me otherwise (one I don’t always have), and it is one skill he defiantly is very good at. Though I can see him getting sidetracked mid-sentence sometimes.

- If it was just like a shitty and lame day then he’ll turn on your favorite record and dance around the common room like a crazy person with you. He also knows how to slow dance because of his family gatherings, so he would definitely sway you around and bring you close to his chest and you’d feel his heart beat under your palm as he sang the lyrics softly to you, and then pulled away to spin you and suddenly your whole world was alight with joy again.

- On your rough days he was always calmer, more understanding and very humorous. He’d be very observant to your mood and learn how to make you feel better after a while of dating.

- Sirius is the type to also ask what you need from him when you storm into the dorms crying or upset. He’ll hug you and say “Do you want advice? Cuddles? Comfort? An ear? A shoulder?” Sometimes he’d drag it on to weird things just to make you laugh “A foot? A bag with chocolate and socks? A golden snitch? James got one of those around ere’ somewhere.” And then after you chuckle a little, he’ll look down at you and wait for your answer.

- He does this because he is afraid of making things worse for you by giving crap advice or not listening or holding you close enough when you need it. He’s had a fair amount of times where he was so frustrated and upset but had a hard time communicating what he needed and ended up feeling worse, he never wanted the two of you to have that problem.

- But also because sometimes he gets uncomfortable and lost when comforting someone, and needs some direction. But after a while of you two dating he hardly ever needed to ask, he’d just know.

- He would be soooo good at cuddling for comfort and at whispering the sweetest things that always make you feel better. Because he thinks back on all the nights he’d cry himself to sleep at home, and remember how he just wanted to be held and told those same things.

Overall very good at comforting S/O because he knows bad days. He’s had countless himself, but he also lives with a Remus, a werewolf, and with James who always seems to be hopelessly in love, and Peter who is always insecure. He’s woken up and comforted them each through nightmares, bad days, rejections, and the turmoil of full moons.

He also just knows you. He knows your favorite band and books, the way you take your tea and breakfast. He sure as hell knows how to love you and comfort you. And in return, he always turns to you for comfort of his own. The love he has for you is unconditional, it is adoration and respect, sometimes that thought alone cheers up on your bad days too.

#sirius black #young sirius black #harry potter imagines #harry potter fandom #ben barnes #pls give me comfort sirius #i take my tea with suagr and cream pls and i like muffins for breakfast

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charliesradiodemon · 5 years ago

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Arranged Marriage (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 3

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Part 4

Even when Alastor and Charlie sat back down, the studio remained silent. It wasn't until Lucifer cleared his voice did everyone break out of their daze. The show continued on with flustered interview questions and void of any problems. Katie and Tom asked only three questions before their time was up so no juicy details were disclosed. Nothing else stopped the show after the announcement and they even managed to announce the date of the wedding: two weeks from that day. It was going to be a massive spectacle as this sort of thing never occurs in Hell. No one had to guess that every important being in Hell would attend.

As soon as they exited the studio, they were bombarded with paparazzi, demanding answers to their mundane questions. With Charlie on his arm, Alastor led the way past the rowdy crowd. He felt Charlie’s grip tighten, so he walked quickly to get away from the noise. Alastor amusingly noted how they were smart enough to at least realize that pressing them too hard would be a death wish. The crowd cleared the way, knowing not to cross Lucifer, his daughter or his newly appointed son-in-law. They kept their respectful distance as they yelled their questions at the group. Charlie let out a breath of relief as soon as they reached their getaway vehicle and loosened her grip on Alastor to get into the limousine first. Next was Alastor and lastly Lucifer.

Despite the large vehicle and plenty of sitting space, Alastor sat himself right next to Charlie while her father sat across from them. Once the limo was in motion, the devil himself smiled wide and let out a hearty laugh.

For the first time in a long time, Lucifer shot a wide toothy grin toward his daughter. “What a fantastic show! You two really sold the engagement! And that horrid Killjoy oh- the look on her face,” His smile was genuine and Charlie finally felt a little more than a failure for once. It was just too bad that he wasn’t proud of her because of anything she’d accomplished herself. The fact left a painful twinge in her heart.

The whole car ride back to the hotel was full of Lucifer’s compliments and praises toward the pair. He sang his praises for so long, neither Alastor nor Charlie could speak. She wouldn’t know what to say anyway. She just gladly took what approval from her father came her way, but still the praises felt empty. She kept on a polite smile to keep her father happy, but she couldn’t help but stare out the red tinted window of the limousine and blank out for the rest of the ride.

Alastor and Charlie were dropped off at the hotel, where paparazzi had already formed a mob outside the hotel’s doors. As soon as Alastor helped Charlie out of the limousine, the crowd came closer, but not too close. Alastor thought it was a shame that no one tried anything. He would have enjoyed seeing some unfortunate reporters fly. Instead the group herded themselves to only nearly encapsulate them. With a challenging grin toward the crowd, Alastor grabbed Charlie by the hand to lead her through the flashes of cameras and obnoxiously loud reporters. It was a short distance to the door and those in the way made sure to move as quickly as possible.

They strolled through without a hitch and only minor blinding from the lights. There were bangs on the door, but they were left ignored.

Finally, Charlie spoke up. “So that’s what you meant by beneficial,” Charlie huffed an empty chuckle.

Alastor’s hearty chuckle sounded through the hallway. “Yes! My dear you really sold that performance like a professional! Boy your father is quite the schemer, announcing the engagement in front of so many fearful eyes! Hahaha! I bet you’ve already built quite the reputation for yourself! Oh I bet my stars you’re-“

However once he heard the sound of sniffling, he immediately used his shadow to teleport in front of her. He loomed over her as she hid her face in her hands. She was crying again. And the awful tickle crept back into his chest. “I don’t understand, what’s wrong this time?” His brow scrunched in confused curiosity as he attempted to assess the situation. His grin did not falter, but looked out of place with the upper half of his face.

Charlie sniffled and breathed a chuckle without looking at him. “Sorry this is the second time I’ve cried today it’s just been… a lot. First Vaggie and now my dad was finally proud of me. But… it doesn’t feel right. It’s… complicated.”

Something in Alastor’s gut hurt at the sight of Charlie looking so hopeless. He wasn’t sure exactly what he should do to help, but he wanted to try. He reached out and placed a gloved hand on top of her head as it proved to somehow calm her down a little. “Please, explain away my dear.”

So she told him. Everything from her complicated family issues to how she felt about today was out there in the open and Alastor sat with her and listened to her patiently and quietly. It shocked and flattered him that the princess trusted him enough to pour his heart out. Alastor felt as though her words were falling on deaf ears though.

This type of pain was unfamiliar to him. He knew about physical physical and psychological pain, but emotional was not his forte. Hearing about it from her was interesting, but it also sparked new sensations he didn’t fully recognize. His chest was tight and he felt some other form of agitation within. Rage was familiar to him, but this- it was nothing he was familiar with. Sadness? Whatever empathy is? Alastor couldn’t tell, nor did he know how to act on the feeling. For the first time he felt useless and he didn’t know what to do with that.

Charlie eventually passed out on the couch they shared. She lasted a lot longer than Alastor expected. She seemed exhausted the moment they walked back into the hotel so it was a surprise that she still had the energy to cry her heart out again. There were too many tears and not enough smiles from his partner. He didn’t like it and the feeling in his chest only seemed to confirm this fact. But again, he felt useless. He didn’t know how to comfort others. The only things he knew were causing anguish and smiling. The only things he ever craved were the despair of others and the entertainment that came with it.

Alastor leaned over her curled up form and thought about how vulnerable she was. She was completely unaware and a painfully easy target. He could end her here and now without even trying. But no, that thought didn’t sit right with him. It was odd how she didn’t awake his bloodlust and it amazed him how he could show so much restraint toward an oddly meek individual such as herself.

He stood and gently picked her up, careful not to rouse her. To Alastor’s surprise, she felt light and fragile like a dove in his arms. For as tall as she was, she was much lighter than she looked.

As she settled in his arms, she snuggled into his chest. This alone sent shivers up Alastor’s spine, but it also left an unfamiliar warmth in his core. The feeling was unpleasant yet… not either. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn’t say that he hated it. A part of him even wanted to somehow hold her closer. He wanted to feel more warmth that erupted whenever she was around. Charlie Magne was a bundle of surprises that never ceased to amaze him even after six months. He would have thought the open and naive princess would have bored him quickly after starting this partnership. Yet here he was, always excited to see what she did next.

He walked her over to her bed and laid her down gently. When he snapped his fingers her dress changed into a simple nightgown with the other dress neatly settled in his hands. He set it down on the chair next to her bed and turned back to face the sleeping demoness. No, she didn’t look anything like a demon. She looked more akin to an angel than any grotesque demon here in Hell. From her optimistic personality to her long golden hair, she looked and acted as what Alastor would imagine an angel to be like.

His gaze trailed up to said hair and found it still up in a complex braided hairdo. The demon’s clawed hand hovered over her head for a moment as he pondered on a sudden thought that popped in her head. He quickly drew back as he dismissed the thought. What was he doing? He needed to leave, he’d overstayed his welcome.

But then he looked back down at her. ‘Just do it. She’ll be uncomfortable if you don’t.’ He reasoned- though it felt more like an excuse. It took him a moment of hesitation but he ultimately decided to reach over and undo her hair to set it free from its braided updo. The softness he felt through his gloves as he ran his fingers through her golden locks gave him a sense of contentedness. It was amazing how her hair ran freely and easily through his fingers. It was easily the softest thing he’d felt since his mortal life.

When Charlie shifted under his touch, he quickly withdrew his hand and paused. How long had he been at it? When she didn’t stir he gently pulled the covers over her body. He looked back up and found a content expression that graced her puffy yet peaceful face.

There was a skip in Alastor’s heart, which he clutched at as soon as he felt it. Under his hand, his heartbeat had returned to normal, but the feeling of the skip lingered. This particular sensation triggered by her wasn’t new. He’d felt it on several other occasions over the half year he had known her, but it only ever happened with her around. It was curious, but he’d always ignore it. But now that they were spending much more time together though, it may prove impossible to ignore. Truthfully he was excited to learn what this feeling was. Maybe later on he could ask Charlie about it.

Alastor chuckled quietly and glanced back down at his fiancee’s sleeping face in curiosity. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me dear, but I cannot deny you’ve certainly caught my interest,” He whispered to her. He gazed down at her and watched her breathe for a moment before bending down slightly. “I wonder...” With care, Alastor gently shifted the hair that threatened to obscure Charlie’s sleeping face from view. “What did you do to incite this feeling? What have you awoken?” He paused as if he waited for her to respond. But in reality he just dozed off for a moment, lost in her sleeping face. Without receiving his answer, he straightened his back and took one last look at his fiancee before leaving for the night.

Alastor began his own trek home and reflected on the day’s events. His grin clearly reflected his eagerness for more, to know more about the things he felt and why they only happened around the strange princess of Hell. He was eager, but he knew he needed to pace himself, to savor this conundrum. But one thing was clear: Charlie Magne was a mystery that he could not wait to fully unravel.

PART 5 HERE

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bergarachan · 5 years ago

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shane kissing the back of ryans hand....,., kissing each knuckles softly..,..,.,,.,.,

i think my brain has stopped functioning. annabelle.exe has stopped working. oops! our servers are down. we’re currently working on it.

here’s a hurt-comfort fic bc its my blog and i do what i want

Ryan showed up on Shane’s doorstep one rainy evening, and Shane immediately noticed something was up.

Shane opened the door, and was immediately meant with sad Ryan. Shane could tell when Ryan was sad. Like, not “being sad for a bit” sad, but genuinely sad. His big, brown puppy eyes were sad and teary. His lips were in a pout and his arms were crossed. He was slouching; looking up at Shane with doe eyes. “Hey, Shane.” He said, and wow, he really sounded sad.

Shane frowned at his best friend’s tone. “Hey, Ryan,” He said softly. “Come on in.” He stepped aside to let Ryan in.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Ryan asked, quite timidly. Ryan wasn’t himself, Shane noticed.

Shane nodded. “Yeah, man. Of course. Is something wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, voice lilted in concern. Ryan just shrugged, moping over to the couch and sitting down. Shane assumed he’d tell Shane if or when he was ready. “Beer and popcorn?” Shane asked.

Ryan nodded. “Yeah, big guy.” Shane smiled at the nickname. His heart always warmed whenever Ryan called him that.

Shane popped a big ol’ bag of corn and brought out a couple beers and placed the bowl and bottles on the coffee table in front of the couch, and sat down next to Ryan. He didn’t miss how Ryan scooched closer to him. Shane, ever the smooth flirter, moved an arm around the back of the couch around Ryan.

He picked up the remote and turned on Netflix. “Anything you wanna watch?” Shane asked.

Again, Ryan shrugged. “Whatever you wanna watch.” Shane nodded, putting on some comedy from the early 2000s and Ryan scooched ever so closer.

The two was enjoying the movie, enjoying their time together at ass o’clock on a rainy night. Shane laughed at a bunch of the funny moments in the movie, and he noticed Ryan smiling a little bit, too. Shane hoped Ryan was feeling at least a little bit better. The two were enjoying each others’ presences, enjoying the almost-touching, almost-cuddling that was going on.

Shane wanted to give Ryan his own time to tell Shane what was going on, but as time went on, Shane grew curious. “Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on, little guy?” He asked.

Ryan looked down at his own lap. “Uh... I’ve just been... thinking about my work. And stuff.”

“Work and stuff?” Shane asked, and gathered the courage to put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan scooched closer to Shane so that their sides were pressed together, and Shane’s heart sang.

Ryan shrugged. “I dunno... I just. I feel like it’s not as good. As, you know, weird wonderful, and... homemade and grocery run. My shows are boring, and I just-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Shane cut him off immediately. Who the fuck told Ryan his shows weren’t as good? Shane made a mental note to sucker punch them in the face at a later time. “Your shows are amazing. I love watching them. Spooky small talk? That show is so fuckin’ cute, man.” Cute was not the word Shane meant to say, however he supposed it wasn’t quite a lie.

Ryan made a face. “Cute?”

“Well, I mean, I like seeing your guests go through the maze, and the segments are funny, and the comments you and the guest make when scared is the funniest damn part of that show.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.” Ryan scoffed. “It really isn’t that good. I should have done something else, or maybe just left Watcher up to you and Steven-”

Oh, fuck no. This would not stand. Shane, in a moment of bravery, cupped Ryan’s face with both of his hands. He noticed Ryan’s puppy eyes were starting to tear up, and his heart broke. “Ryan, no.” He said firmly. “Never say anything about the company like that. Watcher wouldn’t ever be what it is without you. Your bright soul, your... your passion for creating is the glue that brings this company together. Your drive and your happiness that you get simply from creating things and doing the things that you love, it, it makes me so happy to see. Spooky small talk is amazing, don’t say anything different, and if you aren’t happy with it then, fuck it, it’s our company. Let’s make another fucking season.” Ryan started to cry, tears running down his cheeks, and Shane immediately wiped them away with his thumbs. “You could.. you could make a series of just a compilation of you breathing heavily and I would have watched it.” Ryan let out a wet laugh.

“Shut up, Shane,” He sniffled, a (beautiful, in Shane’s opinion) smile starting to form on his face.

“Shhh,” Shane softly shushed him, letting go of his face and pulling him into a hug. “Your content is beautiful. You belong in Watcher. You were born to make content. I hate that you see your amazing self as anything different.” Shane continued to shush him as Ryan continued to cry in his arms.

After a long time, Shane and Ryan pulled away from the hug, and Ryan sniffled again. “Where did you come from, Shane?” Ryan laughed wetly. “Why were you so... sure about it? That I belong?”

Shane smiled at Ryan, not caring that his heart eyes were on clear display. Fuck it.

He lifted Ryan’s hand, and, while maintaining eye contact with Ryan, softly kissed the back of his palm, true gentleman-style. “Shane,” Ryan whispered, like the sound was forced out of him. Shane’s friend was turning bright red.

Teasingly, he tenderly kissed each of Ryan’s knuckles, Ryan turning redder with each heartfelt kiss.

When he was done, he lowered Ryan’s hand and gave Ryan a happy grin that he couldn’t hide even if he tried.

Ryan sniffed once again, tearing up. He was going to cry again. “Shane Madej,” He giggled wetly, and Shane could not bear not being closer to Ryan any longer. Within moments, Ryan was in Shane’s lap, half-laughing half-crying. Shane cupped Ryan’s face with his hands once again, and this time, gave a kiss to Ryan’s lips, and thank god Ryan kissed back. The kiss was full of love, full of all the feelings Shane had been hiding for the past four years, hiding since the day Ryan smiled at him and he realized that Ryan was the most beautiful and important person in Shane’s entire world.

The kiss broke when they absolutely needed air, and Shane wouldn’t stop chasing Ryan’s lips as the latter giggled, kissing his cheeks, the sides of his mouth, his nose, right above his eyelids. He couldn’t help himself. Ryan’s face was red and warm, and eventually he buried his face into Shane’s shoulder. Shane rested his chin on top of Ryan’s head. The two were intertwined, and Shane wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you, Shane. Thank you,” Ryan whispered.

Shane kissed the top of his head, smiling wider than he had in weeks. “Anytime, little guy. I love you, too.”

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okay so maybe i got carried away..................... i hope yall liked that it took me an hour yeehaw

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samwilsonsbabymama · 5 years ago

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I’ll Always Return to You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Continuation of Baby Girl

Warnings: That would give away the story lol but there’s no smut and it follows Endgame fairly closely with some changes lol

A/N: So, I’ve finally written the second part of this fic and I must say that I am quite pleased with it. I hope yall like it 💖

Word Count: 3,500ish

Nothing had ever prepared you for this type of pain. Even though you always feared that Sam wouldn't come back from one of his missions, nothing had ever prepared you for losing all that you did.

You'd been an emotional wreck when it first happened, because not only did you lose Sam and Lexi, you also lost your mom, your best friend, and some of your cousins. You had spent many days at home with Baby Sammy just trying to make it through the day. There were days where you thought you wouldn't make it, but if you couldn't do it for yourself, then you would do it for Sammy.

The days following Lexi's vanishing, you were glued to the TV screen. On every channel, there were reports of people missing all around the world. Not only were people missing, but animals and plants had vanished as well. You had heard about a battle happening in Wakanda right before everyone vanished, and when the news confirmed that Captain America had been there, you knew that Sam was there fighting with him.

With each passing day of not hearing anything from Sam, your heart broke a bit more. Not only were you mourning Lexi, but you were also mourning losing Sam as well. You knew he was gone, you felt his absence in your soul, but you still held onto hope.

It was hard. The grieving part. You’d been a single mom of sorts before, but you'd never been a grieving single mom. You’d never done well with death, and losing two parts of yourself at the same time didn't make things easier. But you’d made it this far, and you needed to stay strong for your baby boy.

You spent many nights watching Sammy as he slept, wishing and hoping that your family would be complete again, but you knew it was a fool's wish. Sammy was every bit of his father and at first, it broke your heart, but now you were grateful for it. Even though he got to spend such a small amount of time with Sam, Sammy was proving to be exactly like his father. His sense of humor matched his fathers, his smile was identical to Sam’s. You know Sam would have loved to be there with you.

It had taken 37 days before Steve came to see you. Thirty-seven days of wondering, and seeing Steve instead of Sam standing on your doorstep broke you. It was at that moment that you knew that Sam was truly gone.

The weeks following losing Lexi were horrible, most you’d barely been able to pull yourself out of bed.

This particular day, you'd made it from your bed to the couch. You had been cuddled up with Sammy when a hard knock sounded on the front door. You tried to ignore it, and you would have, but the knocking became insistent. You slowly stood and lifted your baby boy into your arms before you made your way to the door.

It was a struggle, the weight of carrying your son and carrying your depression nearly had your knees buckling, but you managed to make it to the door. You shifted your son to your left arm, you leaned towards the door and looked out the peephole. Your anger flared and you snatched the door open. How dare he show his face? How dare he come around after he was the reason that Sam left you in the first place.

“Y/ N, I know this is hard, but please let me explain,” Steve begged.

Let him explain? What was there to explain and why wasn't Sam there with him? You wanted to shut the door in his face, and just as you were about to, Sammy gurgled and your eyes landed on him. He wasn't looking at you, he was looking at Steve and was reaching for him. Your heart plummeted to the bottom of your stomach as you fell to your knees. You didn't even reach the floor before Steve had scooped you and Sammy into his arms and moved into the house. He gently sat you on the couch before taking Sammy from you and placing him in his playpen, before returning and scooping you up into his lap. Steve comforted you as you cried in his arms and you were sure that he was crying as well.

He didn't have to say anything, because you already knew. You’d known this entire time, something about this last mission didn't feel right to you from the beginning and this was why. That and the fact that Steve was there instead of Sam solidified that knowing in you. Sam was gone and there was nothing that you could do about it. Your baby girl was gone and all you could do was cry. When you finished crying, it wasn't because you didn't want to anymore, you just couldn't. Your tears were gone, you’d cried them all. Steve continued to hold you for a while afterward before he broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry, y/n," Steve's voice rumbled as you sniffled.

Steve became more of a staple in your life after The Snap. When he learned that Lexi had also vanished, he vowed to be there for you because he knew Sam would have done the same for him. The two of you helped each other through some hard times.

Steve eventually told you about the battle after you begged and begged him to. You learned that Steve had lost Bucky once again. He had watched him, for the second time, disappear right in front of him, and again, there was nothing that he could do to save him. You learned that Wakanda had lost their King and Princess because of Thanos.

There were days where you didn't want to see Steve, where you didn't want to see anyone but your baby, and those days were the hardest for you to get through. You would often ask yourself why this happened. What had your baby girl done to anyone? She didn't deserve to die. You wanted nothing but to find Thanos yourself, but you knew you couldn't.

Steve had tried many times to get you to move into the Avengers compound with him and Natasha. And at first, you'd seriously considered it, but you ended up declining each time he asked. You wanted to remain in your home, the home you had built with Sam, even if it was broken. Steve respected your wishes and stopped asking you, but he made sure that he came to visit you and Sammy.

Steve took his Uncle duties seriously and was there for a lot of Sammy's firsts and you recorded all of them just like you had done for Lexi. Steve was also there for every one of Lexi and Sam's birthdays. He encouraged you to celebrate them even though they weren't there to celebrate with you. Lexi's fifth birthday was the hardest since it was your first without her. Steve brought over a cake and the two of you sang 'Happy Birthday' and when you blew out the candles, you wished for one thing. For her and Sam to come back.

But your wish never came true.

Within the first year after the Snap, you decided to go back to work. It was hard at first, not seeing all the people that you had grown accustomed to seeing, but you slowly got used to it. Even with half the people, work was still stressful, but you were thankful that you had something to take your mind off your pain. Coming home to your baby boy every night lifted your spirits. His face would light up every time he saw you, and you remembered that you were doing this for him.

Sammy had turned one and had started to walk. You were so excited when you watched him take his first steps. You cried out Sam’s name only to realize a few seconds later that he wasn't going to respond. Your heart shattered at that realization, but you kept a brave face and cheered your baby on as he took more steps towards you. When he reached you, you scooped him up into the biggest hug and celebrated with him. That night, as you laid in bed, you cried because it had finally sunk in that you were alone.

Two years post-snap, you tried dating, but it just wasn't the same. All everyone wanted to talk about who they had lost in the snap. Not that you were trying to forget, you just didn't want to talk about it all the time. You'd gone on four dates with four different people before you called it quits. Steve supported your decision to start dating, but he was relieved when you decided to stop. He had a feeling that dating wasn't what you really wanted, but he didn't want to say anything. He stood by every one of your decisions no matter how hard it was for him.

Three years post-Snap and Baby Sammy reminded you so much of Sam that you'd taken to calling him Jr. At three years old, he was very active and talkative, he looked and acted more and more like Sam every day that it amazed you. His laughter and humor rivaled Sam's that it warmed your heart. You knew that Sam and Lexi would have loved him just as much as you did.

You spent a lot of time trying to get Steve to date as well, however, he had a harder time with the dating scene. He found that a lot of people blamed him for not being able to defeat Thanos. So Steve opted to remove himself from the dating scene shortly after reentering it. He was convinced that he had his one chance at love and that he missed it, but you were convinced otherwise. You knew his love was out there, he just needed to find them.

Four years post-snap and you felt as if you had a grip on things. Your emotions weren't all over the place carrying the weight of losing Sam and Lexi had gotten a little bit easier. You had begun spending a lot more time at the compound with Steve and Natasha. Jr. Loved spending time at the compound. While there he got to see Rocket and Nebula, both of whom were quite taken by the little boy. Though, you did have to keep a closer eye on him when Rocket was around especially after you noticed Jr.'s growing collection of trinkets.

Another person that had become taken by your son was Rhodey. If you happened to be at the compound at the same time as him, he would often whisk Jr. Away to show him his War Machine armor. He would often tell him how his father had fought against Thanos.

Now five years post-snap and you were doing very well. Jr. Was now five years old and a complete gentleman. He loved hearing stories about his sister and father, any story about them was his favorite bedtime story. He was a loving little boy, always said please and thank you. He would rush to open doors for everyone when walking to a building. He had a big heart, just like Sam.

One day, while the two of you were at the compound you were fixing dinner for everyone. You heard Natasha in the other room as she conducted one of her calls with Rhodey, Okoye, Rocket, and some others that you hadn't met yet. You could hear the sadness in their voices as they spoke about the goings-on in their part of the universe. They all sounded defeated knowing that there wasn't anything left for them to do.

"Smells good," a voice sounded from behind you.

"Uncle Steve!" Jr. Shouted as he raced towards Steve.

You chuckled as you watched him pick up the five-year-old and continued to cook as Jr. Told him all about his day. A few minutes later, Natasha joined the three of you in the kitchen and began sampling the food.

"I'm almost done, Nat," you admonished as she tried to take another spoonful of the food.

She chuckled and crossed her arms, "Honestly, y/n, we would probably starve without you. Neither one of us knows how to cook."

"Speak for yourself," Steve interjected from across the room.

"Steve, we've all tasted your cooking," you retorted and laughed when Steve feigned hurt.

"D'ya hear that, Jr.?" he said to the five-year-old. "They said that I can't cook. They're ganging up on me. Are you gonna let that happen?"

Jr. Nodded and laughed, "Uncle Steve, you can't cook."

You, Steve, and Nat burst out laughing at his statement.

"Thanks, bud," Steve said still chuckling.

When you finally finished cooking, you fixed yours and Jr.'s plate and began eating. As you all were eating, the doorbell rang, something that rarely happened and it put Steve and Natasha on high alert. They ushered the two of you into a nearby room begore going to see who was at the front door. You waited for about five minutes at most before they came back and got you. When you entered the room, you were met with a man that you'd never seen before.

"Hi, the name's Scott," he said as he reached out his hand for you to shake.

"Y/N," you shook his hand. You studied him for a bit and listened as he talked to Steve and Nat. As you listened, you watched Nat and Steve’s faces and you began to connect the dots.

"That's not possible," you whispered, drawing everyone's eyes to you. "You're talking about time travel aren't you?"

"Scott nodded. "We've seen all the movies, it's possible, y/n, we've just gotta figure out how to do it."

"I think I know how," Steve responded. Nat looked at him and smiled when he nodded.

"It's worth a try," she added.

The rest of the night went by slowly after Steve explained that he was going to go visit Tony and try to convince him to help them bring everyone back. You understood that you wouldn't be able to go so you chose to return home the following day. You knew there was still some bad blood between the two and you hoped that they could bury it and try to get everyone back.

Before you left the compound the next morning, you fixed everyone breakfast and wished them luck.

You continued your days as you had before, dropping Jr. Off at preschool, going to work, picking Jr. Up, going home, cooking and cleaning, rinse and repeat. It had been a few days before Steve contacted you. He told you that Tony had agreed to help but he needed you to stay away from the compound for a few more days. You agreed and begged him to promise to keep you updated as best as he could.

Days passed, then weeks passed and you hadn't heard much from Steve or Natasha. They would call every few days just to make sure that everything was alright, but the space between each call grew with each passing day. After a week of radio silence, you had half a mind to drive up to the compound to see what they were up to, but you had made a promise. You knew that you had to stay away until they gave their word. You were becoming frantic, you had the same feeling in your chest that you had the day you lost Sam. Something wasn't right. The feeling had been growing for the last few days.

You were thankful that it was the weekend and you didn't have anywhere to be, so you and Jr. Hung out around the house.

Around midday, while Jr. Was napping, you began to hear birds chirping outside your window. It wasn't a foreign noise, just one you hadn't heard in a long time, and you walked over to the window. You were confused, there hadn't been this many birds since the Snap. You headed towards the front door and opened it and stood on your porch as did your neighbors. You all looked around wondering where the birds had come from. You were amazed at the sight, it was one that you'd thought you'd never see again and your heart filled with joy.

"Mommy," a voice called from behind you causing your heart to stop. It was a voice that you had longed to hear for the last five years. You slowly turned around and you fell to your knees at the sight before you.

"Lexi," you whispered as tears began to fall from your eyes. "Lexi?" you couldn't believe it, your baby girl was back!

"Mommy, don't cry," Lexi said as she rushed to you and began to cry as well. You knew that she didn't know why you were crying but having her back in your arms was a dream come true. You held your baby girl for what seemed like hours before you finally took a good look at her. When you pulled away, you noticed that she was still four years old and wearing the same clothes that she had vanished in. You looked her over and made sure that she wasn't injured anywhere and when she passed your inspection, you lifted her back into your arms once again.

Introducing Jr. To Lexi was easier than you thought it would be. Since you had told him all about her as he was growing up, he latched onto her. Lexi was a little confused about how Jr. Was now older than her. But after you explained it to her, she seemed to understand and accept it.

"See, there was a bad man named Thanos," you began. "And he thought he knew what was best for everyone so he made some people disappear. You were one of those people that disappeared. Everyone else that didn't disappear continued to grow and get bigger. Now that you're back, you're the same age you were when you disappeared."

Lexi nodded, "So, I don't have a baby brother anymore? I have a big brother?" "Exactly, Jr. Is your big brother now."

The two of them played well together, better than you could hope for and you could tell that they loved each other. The same day that everyone had returned, you had glued yourself to the news and heard of how everyone that had vanished, had also returned. They also spoke of how the Avengers compound was under attack. You watched as alien spaceships destroyed the entire compound and you saw when the entire compound was covered in orange circles. You wished that you could be there but you knew nothing about fighting aliens. You watched and held your babies close as Thanos and his alien army vanished into thin air.

You were overjoyed when it all ended. You knew that the world was watching the battle along with you and when Thanos vanished you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Not only were you overjoyed about Thanos being defeated, you knew that Sam would be coming back to you soon. You had to wait a few more days. This part of waiting killed you, even when he would go on missions. It seemed that the closer he was to coming home, the harder it was for you to wait.

You tried staying up and waiting for him, but sleep claimed you around four in the morning the next morning. You kept your babies in the bed with you. It was going to be hard to let them out of your sight now. You hadn't been asleep long when you heard the sounds of your front door unlocking and quick footsteps making their way towards your bedroom. Your eyes opened just as a figure made its way through your doorframe and stopped. The sun was beginning to rise so there was very little light in your bedroom, but enough for you to see who the figure was in your doorway.

He made his way over to you in record speed and pulled you to him.

"Sam," you cried as he hugged you tight and peppered kisses all over your face. "I'm so glad you're back." you couldn't control your tears as the two of you held each other. You couldn't believe that your wish had finally come true and that your family was whole again.

"Y/n," he whispered before he kissed you soundly on the lips. You loved hearing him say your name, nothing in this world could top the feeling that it gave you. When he finally pulled away from you, his eyes fell onto Lexi and Jr. And you watched as he began to cry once again.

"Lexi?" he asked. He couldn't bring himself to speak the words.

"Is back," you simply replied. He nodded and ran his hand over her cheek before reaching for Jr.

"And this is Sammy? He's so big now," he cooed with renewed tears.

"Yeah, and he's exactly like you might I add. Humor and all," you chuckled. You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled when he leaned into it. "I'm so happy that you're back, Sam. I've missed you so much."

"I know, y/n. But like I promised before I left, I'll always return to you."

Part Three

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poorguysheadcanon · 6 years ago

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Whizzer’s Got A Type

ohhhhhhhh my god you guys so basically when i started this side blog i did not think i was going to be writing any full-length fics. this all changed when i started rewatching the show Smash and came up with might be my favorite headcanons i’ve ever had??? but anyway, after like 10 days of writing, editing, and countless conversations about these characters, i have about 3200 words of a fic i genuinely enjoy, and i hope yall do too!! also, huge huge thank you to @browniemixinawaffleiron, @sandfordsmostwanted, and @cookies-for-all for helping me with this!!!

After Marvin had gotten back from work today, he and Whizzer had fought for hours. Whizzer was late to making dinner and Marvin had been livid. The younger man had enough of his boyfriend’s screams and decided he was done playing housewife for the day. He grabbed his jacket and walked around for a while before eventually finding the closest bar, knowing he needed a drink or two. As Whizzer approached the bar, he saw the back of a man’s head that he knew he could recognize anywhere. His face flushed with anger and he began yelling insults at his boyfriend while hitting his shoulder. How dare he come here? Whizzer was the one who needed this bar, not Marvin who had booze at his place. As he began to say something particularly cruel, a man with a soft confused expression turned around. This man, who looked exactly like Marvin, glanced up at Whizzer and said “Well, I’m certainly happy I’m not actually the guy you’re so pissed at. Care to explain?” and Whizzer sat down next to his boyfriends' doppelganger, got them both a drink and explained his situation. He spared no detail and ended the story with him walking out mere hours ago. The man, who had introduced himself as Tom Levitt, was interested in every word Whizzer had to say. Whizzer was certainly not used to the look on Tom’s face, one of sincerity. He hadn’t seen that since he started sleeping with Marvin. When Whizzer finished up his tale, Tom shook his head before raising his hand to get the bartender’s attention. “You are definitely in need of another drink,” he said before ordering another round for the two of them. They talked for a few more hours at the barstools until their conversation moved to a taxi, and then Toms’ apartment, and the conversation seemed to cease once they reached Tom’s bed.

The next morning, Tom rolled over to find a handsome man in his bed and he smirked to himself. He carefully got up, not wanting to wake the man sleeping peacefully, and got up to make them both some tea. As he was taking the kettle off the stove, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist from behind him. He smiled a bit when a kiss was pressed to his cheek before he felt Whizzer’s head rest on his shoulder for a second before he walked over and sat on Tom’s couch. They drank their tea in comfortable silence before Whizzer finally spoke up. “Well, I should probably get back to the war zone… try and smooth things over.”

Tom felt his heart pang but he pushed it down, offering a smile and a kiss on the cheek instead. “I wish you all my luck, but do call me again if he ever acts as dumb as he did last night.”

And call him again he did. Sooner than Tom expected, if he was honest. They had little fights here and there for about a week but things got back to normal. Well, normal for them. But after a little while, they had another big fight and Toms’ phone buzzed during a late night writing session with Julia. Tom sheepishly explained his plight to his best friend who promptly rolled her eyes while telling him this affair was an awful idea. “Tom, sweetheart, sleeping with this guy just because you look like his boyfriend is a terrible idea. This is just gonna end up hurting you in the end.” Tom just shook his head and began grabbing his coat before saying, “Well Jules, not all of us have men falling at our feet. This is what I have. Plus, he’s great in bed and shares my taste in tea. So I like it, no matter how it ends.”

After about a month of this went on, Whizzer going behind Marvin’s back far more frequently than he originally intended to. Eventually, this all had to come to a stop. One morning, Whizzer had forgotten to cover up the hickeys on his neck and Marvin took notice. Marvin questioned him and Whizzer revealed what had been happening, making jokes about Marv’s cute little doppelganger and calling him Marvin’s “better half.” Marvin hid his heartbreak behind more arguments and after two full days of screaming matches, their 9 month (10 month) relationship ended after a game of chess. Whizzer called Tom, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice as he walked out of Marvin’s place with his bag. Tom was actually in the middle of a workshop for he and Julia’s musical but as soon as he heard the other man’s tone, he called out for the rest of the day and met him at his own apartment. He made Whizzer tea and sat on the couch with him, rubbing his arms every once in a while. Whizzer got tired and laid his head on Tom’s lap, prompting him to play with his hair. Whizzer fell asleep and Tom smiled contently. He took this as a good sign. The sleeping man was now single and still chose to spend his time with Tom, that had to mean something. Tom had thought before that he was getting too attached to Whizzer, but when he looked down and saw him all curled up, Tom decided he got attached just the right amount.

A few months went by and the two men grew closer, all while not getting too serious. Whizzer spent almost all of his at Tom’s apartment, content to spend his time listening to Tom and sometimes Julia work on the Marilyn Monroe musical that he was about 90% sure they were calling Bombshell. Tom even got Whizzer to sing a few times, which Whizzer was sure wasn’t beneficial to anyone unless Tom was curious if his songs could still sound decent if someone tone deaf sang them. When Tom wasn’t working, he and Whizzer would go out to various bars together. It was a happy blur for six months. Life was much calmer for Whizzer like this; no bickering, no insults, just kisses and affection. And although it was nice, something still felt off. Whizzer liked Tom, he really did. Not only was he sweet and funny, he just so happened to look exactly like the man he had loved. It was the perfect scenario, Marvin’s looks but a kind personality. He should have been head over heels for Tom, but he wasn’t. Tom wasn't Marvin and Whizzer needed to find a way out before he hurt Tom, more than he probably already was going to.

Tom had been in rehearsals all day, Bombshell was two weeks away from going to Boston and everyone was on high alert. At least when night fell, Tom went home to find Whizzer at his apartment most days. Nothing made him happier, his work life was starting to come together (even though it was beyond stressful) and his home life felt happier than it ever had before. He came home to something that shook his world that day though, Whizzer packing a bag. He coughed a bit to let his presence be known and Whizzer looked at him with a pained expression. “I hoped I had finished packing before you got back, but we need to talk.”

Tom bit his lip but nodded, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. Whizzer sat down next to him and put a hand on Toms' leg. Whizzer attempted to explain how he was feeling carefully, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tom but he knew that was unavoidable. He did the best he could to soften the blow. Tom was holding up okay, all things considered. Hiding his emotions when he needed to was one of his best talents. That all went out the window when he tried to mumble out, “Are you… are you going back to him?” And all of a sudden, Tom was a puddle of tears and Whizzer didn’t know what to do. He wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back.

“No.. Not yet at least. He’s just on my mind still, I don’t think he’s leaving it any time soon. And it’s not fair to you that I keep this going, as much as I want to. Because I really like you, Tom, you’re such a great guy. It’s just not fair to you. I’m so sorry, Tom,” he whispered and continued to rub his back. Tom quickly forced himself to calm down and he wiped his eyes, looking at Whizzer before kissing his cheek.

“You’re a great guy too Whizz, if you do go back to him, make sure he deserves you. You deserve to be treated so much better than what you got before, if you do ever go back to him make sure you’re treated with respect.” He said and got up slowly, wiping his eyes again. Whizzer got up as well and kissed his cheek. “Take care of yourself Tom,” he said before quickly grabbing the rest of his stuff and walking out, leaving Tom alone, completely heartbroken.

Tom sat for a while on the couch, drinking scotch and trying not to cry again. He eventually called Julia, not trusting his voice but knowing she would understand him. She picked up and immediately heard his shaky breath. “Tom, what happened?”

He sniffled a bit and mumbled out a quiet “He left… he... He said he still loved his ex and that it wasn’t fair to me or something…?” and Julia grabbed her coat and began to walk over to his apartment. Tom sighed and said “You were right, I guess. Don’t tell me you told me so though.” Julia chuckled sadly “Of course I’m not gonna tell you I told you so, at least not for a few days.” They stayed up a few hours drinking and talking about the men in their lives, eventually passing out on Toms’ couch.

Almost a year and a half after that night, things were looking up for both Tom and Whizzer. Whizzer and Marvin were back together, much happier than they ever had been before. Marvin had grown a lot over the course of their breakup and treated Whizzer with respect, something the younger man didn’t think Marvin was capable of the last time around. Bombshell had finally made it to Broadway and things were going really well for Tom, he was even nominated for a Tony for Best Director. With the two of them so busy, they rarely thought of each other. This changed the night of the Tony Awards while Whizzer was sick in bed.

After a day of being pampered by Marvin, Whizzer was curled up in his boyfriend’s arms in bed. Whizzer was very whiny when he was sick, even though all he had was a common cold. Marvin made sure each of Whizzers’ requests were met, even the ridiculous ones like having his bath at exactly 107 degrees. The day was finally winding down and the two had the Tonys on as background noise. Everything was quiet in a comfortable way until a certain someone's name was called out on the TV for Best Original Score. Although Whizzer had complained of a sore throat all day, he screamed. That was Tom, his Tom, on his TV screen accepting an award. After his general excitement died down, he explained to Marvin who that was. Marvins face paled a bit when he realized this was his so-called “better half” doppelganger that Whizzer had been with all those months ago. Whizzer was too caught up in his excitement to notice, already grabbing his laptop to look for tickets. “Marv, we have to see it. We have to go see Tom’s show, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner.” The older man just sighed, knowing there was no way around this, and took out his credit card.

The soonest the two men could get tickets was two weeks away and Whizzer was both counting down the days and incredibly anxious all at once. On the one hand, he was so excited to see this show. He remembered the days he spent watching Tom and Julia write songs, the times he would stop into the workshop to see Tom at work, and of course all the times Tom would sing various Bombshell songs to him. On the other hand, seeing this show meant seeing Tom again. After leaving Tom’s apartment that night, Whizzer hadn’t seen the man. As much as he wanted to see Tom, he was scared that Tom didn’t want to see him.

The day finally came and Marvin and Whizzer arrived to the theatre, dressed to the nines. They had relatively close seats and Whizzer was so excited. The second the curtain opened, he was in a trance. The show was fantastic and he felt an overwhelming sense of pride for Tom. By the act one closer, Whizzer had already cried twice. The first time was during “Never Give All The Heart” because he could just hear Tom’s struggles with love in there. Even though Marilyn (or more accurately Ivy) was singing, he knew that this song was personal to his ex. He cried once more at the act one finale, holding Marvin’s hand so tight the older man thought he was losing circulation. During intermission, the two stood in the lobby discussing the plot and how much Whizzer adored it. Marvin did as well, but with his underlying anxieties about Tom, he didn’t want to admit how fantastic it really was.

In the middle of their conversation, a staff member came walking up to the pair. “Mr. Brown? Tom Levitt has asked that you and your guest come to the stage door after the show so he can give you a tour.” Whizzer smiled excitedly and nodded his head, thanking them as they walked off. It was really happening, after all this time he really was going to see Tom again. Just as he was about to talk with Marvin about it, the lights flashed as a signal that intermission was about to end. They quickly found their seats again and the curtain rose again for the second act. This act also made Whizzer emotional but nothing could have prepared him for the death grip on his hand during “Hang the Moon.” He glanced over at Marvin to see what was wrong and he saw him desperately trying to hold back tears. Whizzer rubbed his arm gently and leaned over to whisper to him, “Love it’s okay to cry, no one’s gonna see you.” And that was all Marvin needed to let his tears flow. When the lights came on after curtain call, Marvin was still desperately wiping at his cheeks to get rid of the evidence of his emotions. Whizzer gently wiped them away while softly telling him that it was normal for him to be crying. “Whizz it’s stupid, I shouldn’t be crying over a- I’m a grown man.”

“Marvin. It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry whenever you’d like. There’s nothing not normal about crying. You’ve seen me cry a bunch of times, is that not normal?”

“No, but that’s differ-“

“No it’s not babe, we’re both grown men. We both have emotions. It’s perfectly alright to let them show.”

Marvin stayed quiet for a second and wrapped his arms around Whizzer, thankful he had someone like him in his life. “Thank you, Whizz. I needed that.” The younger man gave his boyfriend a soft but sweet kiss before taking his hand and beginning to make their way to the stage door.

Once they reached the door, Whizzer pressed the buzzer and waited for the stage manager to open the door for them. He smiled and thanked the woman who led them back to Tom. It was now Whizzer’s turn to have a death grip on his boyfriend's hand. He released it the second Tom saw the two of them and was walking over with open arms. Whizzer quickly hugged him with a smile, Marvin standing back slightly to let the two have their moment. They exchanged pleasantries before Whizzer began to praise Bombshell. “Tom it's magical, really. I haven’t enjoyed a show this much in a long time. I just can’t believe those songs you’d sing to me have turned into this.”

Tom smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “Well it wasn’t just me, it was Julia, and Derek, and Eileen, and-”

“Tom stop, give yourself some credit. You’re so unbelievably talented, I’m so happy I get to see you shine like this.”

Tom blushed a bit and touched his shoulder. “Thank you, really Whizz. I’m so happy you got to see this show outside of me drunkenly singing to you.” When Marvin saw the blush creep onto Tom’s face, he walked up and put his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Tom looked over at him and his eyes got wide for a second before going back to his signature smile. “Ah, you must be the famous Marvin. So happy to meet you.” They shook hands, Marvin making sure he had a firm handshake. Tom tensed a bit when he felt his hand crushed by Marvin’s but he just continued to smile.

Marvin would eventually walk off to let them talk once he was sure Tom wasn’t a threat. He walked over to Leigh Conroy, looking particularly starstruck. Whizzer looked over at him and saw his boyfriends eyes light up. He laughed slightly and looked back at Tom with a smile. “So… you and Marvin seem to have worked out, I’m really happy for you. He’s treating you better, right?”

“Yeah, so much better. It’s like night and day honestly, he’s wonderful,” he said as he glanced over at Marvin again, sighing happily. “So, enough about my relationship. Have you found anyone?” Whizzer asked him, hoping he found someone that gave him the love he gave others.

“I did, he sits on my desk all day and spins, his name is Tony.”

“...Tom”

“No, I did.. One of them left and one… well, one died.” He said and looked down and Whizzer put his hand on his arm.

“Tom I’m so sorry.”

Tom nodded and smiled sadly. “Me too.” The two talked for a while, happy to catch up with each other. Their conversation eventually died down when Ivy walked up to Tom and cuddled up to his arm, knowing exactly who Whizzer was and how badly he had hurt Tom.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met,” She said with a smile while giving him a slight side eye. Ignoring the side eye, Whizzer smiled.

“Oh my god, you’re Ivy Lynn. You were absolutely amazing in the show. I’m Whizzer, an old friend of Tom’s.” She smiled politely and thanked him before reminding Tom of plans they had for that night. Whizzer smiled softly. “We should probably get going anyway. It was great seeing you again Tom, really. Don’t be a stranger,” he said before giving him a quick hug and walking off to find Marvin.

“So that’s Whizzer, huh? Seems cute enough, but you really still think he was worth the heartache?” Ivy asked and looked up at Tom.

“Yeah... Yeah, I think he was.”

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All Yours | Five

“Out of all of the dumb things you’ve done in your life, this one takes the cake. Yoongi was already dealing with a lot on his plate and you just had to kiss him, thus adding more stress and confusion. You thought back to the moment you opened your eyes while kissing him and how angelic he seemed to look with his eyes closed. You loved the image so much, it made you feel even worse.”

↠vanilla angst lmao, slight fluff???? universityAU↞

word count: 3.2k

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | 7 | ↞

A/N: HELLLLO MY FINE FRIENDS HOW ARE YOU GUISE!!! school started today /sweats nervously/ and im already stressed out??? i hope this will lighten your mood a bit! and i know this is a lot shorter than the previous parts but there will be more!! enjoy yall ^-^

Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? You weren’t sure how long you were sitting on the floor, but your legs and your butt were numb from keeping them pinned to your chest. Tears soaked the cotton of your sweats and the skin of your forearm. Your breathing was labored and it literally felt like your chest was caving in from crying too much. You had your phone pressed against your ear and you weren’t even sure if the screen was wet, but you didn’t care about anything else at this point.

“Y/n, take deep breaths. Deep. Breaths.” Hani spoke soothingly. You took shaky deep breaths. It wasn’t ideal, but Hani still complimented your efforts. “Okay, listen to me babe, it’s okay, okay?”

You let out a sharp sob. “It’s not okay, Hani. I promised you that I wouldn’t cross any lines and—and then I fucking kissed Yoongi!” Your breathing became jagged again and there was a harsh pain in your stomach almost making you want to vomit.

Hani let out a sigh. “Fuck the promise, y/n. Give yourself—and Yoongi—some time for yourselves. You said that he didn’t push you away, right? He kissed you back?” You subconsciously nodded your head. “It’s obvious that he’s feeling something or has something going on in his mind and you two need to talk things out. It may not be now or tomorrow, but you will need to.”

You stayed quiet, letting yourself catch your breath and let her words sink in.

“Promise me this. No matter what you two talk about, just keep me in the loop. You can tell me as little or as much as you want. I just don’t want you spiraling.”

“I—I promise, Hani.” You lifted your head, feeling the strain on the back of your neck from keeping your face buried in your arms for too long.

“Good. Now get a good night’s rest. Once your head hits that pillow bam! You’re out.” Hani laughed.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, finding the strength the smile again. “Yeah, I will. Thank you, Hani. For everything.” Fresh tears began to brim your eyes and you weren’t even sure why this time.

“Anytime. Love you!” Hani sang and you whispered love you, too before hanging up.

Besides the heavy rain beating against your windows, your dorm was back to being quiet and lonely. You finally stretched out your legs and pulled the collar shirt up to your eyes and used it to wipe away any tears.

Out of all of the dumb things you’ve done in your life, this one takes the cake. Yoongi was already dealing with a lot on his plate and you just had to kiss him, thus adding more stress and confusion. You thought back to the moment you opened your eyes while kissing him and how angelic he seemed to look with his eyes closed. You loved the image so much, it made you feel even worse.

Hani was right. You needed some sleep after crying for what seemed to be hours. She was also right about needing time before talking to Yoongi. Even if you wanted to call him, he really did need more time to process things and come to terms with himself. You blew out a shaky breath and stuffed your phone in one of the pockets of your sweats.

“Good night to me, I guess.” You mumbled. You stood up and not long after standing, there were three loud knocks at your door. Being as exhausted as you were, you almost didn’t want to open your door, but your gut told you to open it.

You unlocked your door with weak fingers and was greeted with a very wet version of Yoongi. His entire body was soaked from head to toe and there was a puddle that was starting to form from where he was standing. He kept his eyes at his toes and his arms were kept to his sides. It didn’t register at first, but it finally hit you that the boy who just kissed less than an hour ago was standing in front of you.

“Oh my god, Y-Yoongi!” You blurted out and pulled him in by the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re going to get sick. Go to the bathroom and I’ll see if I can find some of your old clothes in my closet...and I don’t mean to be uptight, but don’t bring your shoes throughout my dorm, okay?” You waited for a verbal response, but instead, he began to fumble with his shoes and that gave you the cue to search for his clothes.

Is this a sign? You rummaged through your closet to find any of his shirts that you didn’t alter. Yoongi showed up to your dorm a lot earlier than what you had planned in your head and he wasn’t saying anything either. Maybe he was still shock? Shit, you still were.

You were able to find his university t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and boxer shorts that you stole because you liked the donut design. You peeked from your room and saw your bathroom light on and the door opened about an inch. You approached slowly and quietly and knocked softly.

“Yoongi?” Your voice came out as a whisper. “Here you go. You can just use my towel and then have a seat in my room. I’m going to make you something to eat.” There was still no verbal response from Yoongi. He slightly opened the door and held out his hands for you to hand over his clothes. You waited a short while before heading back into your kitchen to heat up a hot pocket and brew two cups of coffee.

Seeing Yoongi at your door, your first instinct was to ask why he was here, but seeing his appearance changed your priorities. From what you could see, there was a distant look in his eye. He seemed out of it—like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You didn’t want to pry, but your gut was telling you it had something to do with Seolhyun considering he left your dorm to see her. Sadly, you didn’t have the heart to confront him about him relationship because of what you did. You stopped halfway towards your room thinking about Seolhyun. What if she broke up with him because of what you did? Oh god…

You swallowed the lump in your throat and proceeded to your room where Yoongi was sitting on your bed with your towel draped over his head. He had his focused stilled on his lap or his feet—either way, he was looking down. You walked over towards your night stand to place the tray of coffee and food and he didn’t react to your presence at all.

“Y-Yoongi.” You choked on his name and cleared your throat. “C-Can I sit?” Your voice was trembling and you didn’t even realize it.

Yoongi nodded his head and reached for his coffee without saying a word. The air around you was thick and stale; you could reach out and grab it. When you sat on your bed, you kept at least two feet between you two, you kept your knees together and pointed in the opposite direction of Yoongi.

Besides the rain and Yoongi’s occasional sips of coffee, it was dead silent and it was driving you crazy. You fought with yourself on the inside trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. Asking him how he was doing didn’t seem fair and starting off with a casual “hello” didn’t seem right either.

“U-Um—”

“She was having sex with Seung Ho.”

Yoongi’s words were flat and it rang through your head like a flatline. Your jaw dropped slightly and your eyes widened. Out of all the things he could have said, those words were the last you ever expected to hear.

“I’m—Yoongi, I’m so sorry.” You turned your body to face him and for the first time, Yoongi finally looked at you. His eyes were glazed and wore an expression of disbelief.

“Seolhyun… she cheated—in her dorm, she was having—” Yoongi chewed on his bottom lip, trying to make sense of it all and honestly, you didn’t know how either. He brought one of his hands to cover his eyes and it broke your heart. Yoongi was never like this. He never showed any weakness in a form of sadness so this sight was difficult.

You carefully reached over and took the coffee mug out of his hand. It was a risky move to have physical contact with him, but he needed comfort, so you reached out and hugged him close to your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your middle and his muffled sobs filled the room.

You felt horrible. First, you kissed Yoongi, completely throwing himself off his game. Then, when he goes to meet with his actual girlfriend, he finds out that she had cheated on him that night. Maybe she did this to get back at him for always hanging out with you? No, no, y/n. Focus on Yoongi. Stop overthinking.

It took awhile for Yoongi to calm down, but you sat there quietly, rubbing his shoulders. He later released you but kept face near the crook of your neck.

“Do you want some water, Yoongs?” You whispered.

“No.” He sniffed. “No, I’m okay.” He took shallow breaths and you gently rubbed the back of his neck, still feeling the wet ends of his hair.

“I’m gonna grab by blow dryer. I’ll dry your hair now so you can get some rest.” You shifted your weight to let him know you were going to stand up, but circled on of your wrists with his hands.

“You’ve been crying.” Yoongi’s blood shot eyes stared into your own. Right now wasn’t the best time to talk about your incident, so you pressed your lips together and wriggled yourself free before he could say anything else.

Thankfully, Yoongi’s hair was short which meant drying his hair didn’t take eight hours. As soon as you were done, Yoongi quickly finished his hot pocket and you cleared the dishes. While drying the cups, you took a second to collect your thoughts. You weren’t ready to talk about the kiss so you had to make sure to keep the focus on Seolhyun. Yoongi was in a painful situation, now was not the time to bring up your inability to have self control.

By the time you entered your room, Yoongi was lying down near the wall with his hands resting on his stomach and eyes glued to the ceiling. Was it selfish of you to want to want to sleep on the couch?

“Y/n?” Yoongi’s voice startled you.

“Y-Yeah?” You tiptoed over the empty spot on your bed and you sat down with your legs crossed.

“I’ve been a horrible boyfriend, haven’t I?” You had to fight the urge to shove him or raise your voice at him.

“No? What the hell, Yoongi? What are you even saying?!” The tone in your voice sounded a bit too agitated for your liking.

“I mean, I must’ve done something wrong for her to cheat on me. I should’ve paid more attention to her or maybe—” Not wanting to hear anymore, you reached over to put your hand over his mouth.

“Jesus, Yoongi, listen to me.” You sighed. “You gave her so much of her attention, but she made the choice spend her time elsewhere. Cheating is also a choice and just like she made the decision to do other things, she chose to have sex with Seung Ho.” Talking about cheating burned a hole in your heart because hell, you fucking kissed the dude. You told yourself to wait, but the apology inside of you was ready to burst.

“Yoongi, I’m—I’m sorry for kissing you.” You didn’t stop there. “Kissing you was way out of line and I made that choice to do it, so I don’t even know why I’m sitting here trying to lecture you about choices when I made the dumb decision to—”

Yoongi sat up quickly and it was his turn to cover your mouth with his hand. “It’s okay, y/n. I promise you it’s fine.” For the first time since he arrived, he smiled. It was a weak one, but you were glad to see the corners of his mouth stretch upward. “I uh, I had to tell Seolhyun what happened, but I told her that I kissed you instead.”

Your eyes widened to its fullest potential and your jaw dropped. “Oh god, Yoongi. Why would you say that? It—It was my fault—”

“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s alright. It’s kind of true anyway, I did...kiss you…” He whispered quietly at the end. “And I felt guilty for that, so I knew I had to tell Seolhyun. I never thought… in a million years that she would…” You subconsciously reached out to hold his hand and before you could come to your senses, he held it.

“Did she say anything to you?”

He scoffed. “I barely let her talk, but she was pressed about me kissing you. That’s about it.” The crease in between his eyebrows deepened. “I felt guilty for kissing you, while she and Seung Ho…”

“Yoongi, I’m really really sorry that you had to witness all of that…” You said sadly.

“I ended it right there.”

You sighed quietly and gripped his hand a bit tighter. What more could you tell him? It was quiet after that and you both just sat there, holding each other’s hand. Yoongi seemed to have calmed down since his breathing pattern returned to normal and the grip on your hand was more relaxed. You weren’t sure what to say next. Ask him if he wanted to sleep? If he wanted more coffee?

Yoongi shuffled himself lower onto the mattress to lie down flat on his back. This position had you slouched over because he still didn’t let go of your hand, so you joined him. The rain was still hitting hard against the window and the sound was almost soothing to your ears. You closed your eyes for a few seconds to breathe everything in and the next thing you knew, it was four in the morning.

The rain made your room a lot colder than normal and when you wiggled your toes to stretch, it almost felt frozen. You tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness and searched for something, anything, to focus on. You looked down to find an arm slung over your stomach and a full head of hair near your chest.

“Oh, Jesus…” You breathed out quietly. It occurred to you that it was Yoongi who was curled up next to your side and you almost didn’t notice your arm underneath his neck. When the hell did you fall asleep and how did you get into this position with Yoongi?

If you attempted to extract your arm from underneath him, there was a chance he was going to wake up, but you really needed to pee.

Careful, y/n, careful. You sucked in a breath and began to gently pull your arm back. There didn’t seem to be a change in the weight of Yoongi’s neck on your arm and you realized that you had to pull harder to actually make some progress.

I should just do this fast like a bandaid. You readied yourself and took a few deep breaths. Like a bandaid. Even after your little pep talk, you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up in such a sudden manner.

“Yoongi.” You whispered. “Min Yoongi.” He stirred and hugged you tighter for a few seconds before rolling over to rub his eyes. “Sorry, I need to pee.”

Without a word, Yoongi stretched upward and sat up to set you free. When you got up, you glanced at Yoongi who was sitting up with his eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together. You smiled, was it wrong to love how cute he looked in that moment?

As you washed your hands, you stared in your mirror. Your eyes were red and there was a significant amount of puffiness that came from crying earlier. God, you spent almost an hour crying to Hani about the boy you kissed and now he was the same boy who was attached to your waist as you slept.

What the hell were you going to do? Kick him out once the sun came up or leave for class before he woke up and hope he leaves while you’re in class? This made you realize that you had math 102 and that meant you were going to face Seung Ho. Great, just great.

You walked back into your room to find Yoongi sitting against your head board with your blanket over his shoulders. He noticed you walk in and opened his arm to have you sit beside him.

“You have class tomorrow. You should sleep.” You said as you crawled in next to him.

“Yeah, so do you.” Yoongi dropped the blanket around you and kept his arm around your shoulders. “But, I don’t feel like going.”

You nodded and almost leaned onto his shoulder, but stopped. You already held his hand and slept with him, now was not the time to get even more comfortable. His hand crept up to touch your cheek and made you lean onto his shoulder. Could you fall in like with him even more?

“I wish I could say the same.” You chuckled.

“Do it.” Yoongi spoke softly. “Just stay.”

You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t, especially after what he said. How could he tell you stay that naturally and not expect you to feel shy about it.

“Sorry, Yoongs. I skipped my math class a bit too much so I could study for an exam for my psychology class.” It was true, you really couldn’t afford to skip another math class that used attendance as extra credit points. Which meant you had no choice but to see Seung Ho unless he decides to skip class.

“Seung Ho is in your math class, right?” His question surprised you because it was like he read your mind.

“Yeah… he is.” You answered. “I—I won’t talk to him though, not unless he talks to me first.” Yoongi just rubbed your shoulder and blew out a breath.

You could still hear the soft pitter patter of the rain against your window and the atmosphere was making your eyes feel heavy again.

“I should get some sleep.” You whispered. “Since I have class and all.”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi released you so you could get comfortable on your side of the bed. Before settling himself in his spot, he pulled your blanket over your body and put to your shoulders. He sunk down beside you and turned his body to face in your direction. You could see the whites of his eyes and the faint color of his pupils. It was so mesmerizing, you almost didn’t shut your eyes.

“Good night.” Yoongi said softly.

“Good night.” You replied, slowly fluttering your eyes closed.

It was still baffling to know that Seolhyun cheated on Yoongi. It made you wonder how long it was going on and at the same time you couldn’t help put piece together the times where she would blow him off or lie about where she was. Yoongi didn’t deserve any of this and all you wanted was to make the hurt go away. But how could you? You kissed him, thus creating a whole new surface of hurt and confusion.

Why couldn’t you have met Yoongi years ago?

♡ rae

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why-is-that-funny · 7 years ago

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Destiny - Chapter Six

i felt bad because of how tiny chapter five was, so here you go, chapter six, the tiniest bit of fluff before plot! are yall excited???? (you should be)

Tags: brief mentions of child abuse, swearing

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five (Interlude), Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten (Interlude)

Virgil didn’t know how exactly it happened, but somewhere in the second day with the three sorcerers, they had convinced him to stay.

I’m pretty sure Patton flashed puppy-dog eyes at me, Logan argued his way into it, and Roman literally sang me a song about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

As much as he tried to protest, though, they eventually wore him down, and somehow the guest bedroom had became Virgil’s Room. Which definitely did not make him cry into the sleeves of his hoodie. It really didn’t. Shut up.

And over time, he learned more about his new roommates.

He learned that Logan was seriously into nature as a whole and spent way too much time researching. He was into astronomy, and it became ‘their thing’ to look at the stars from a telescope, one of Virgil’s more mellow music playlists droning on in the background. And when Virgil had a panic attack, he would knock on Logan’s door. Logan would grab two blankets from the hall closet, go downstairs into the kitchen and grab trail-mix, and then they both would sit in front of the TV and watch nature documentaries.

Virgil learned that Patton was a cinnamon roll. Honestly, if Virgil had to think of the human embodiment of goodness and purity, it would’ve been Patton. Patton would always pull Virgil into helping cook or bake, dancing around in the kitchen. Virgil would always shake his head, but eventually was dragged into dancing along. When Virgil was feeling too down on himself, it was like Patton knew and would come find him and distract him, whether with movies or cuddles. Virgil finally remembered that Patton could actually feel those emotions and when he started to feel that way, went to Patton first.

(The first time he did that, Patton cried. It was embarrassing. And also very nice.)

Finally, Virgil learned about Roman. Roman was a drama queen, in all honesty, but the kind that was never really annoying, and instead was pretty entertaining. Roman loved theater and singing and would never stop, much to Virgil's reluctant amusement. If Roman wasn’t singing, he was humming, and if he wasn’t humming, he was rehearsing his lines for plays. Roman was also very athletic, which surprised Virgil more than it should’ve after seeing those arms. He would jog every morning and do yoga in the evenings. Virgil eventually joined him, and did not at all use the opportunity to stare at his ass. They shared a love of comedy and would often watch Youtube skits together late at night.

Virgil learned about their history together too, about how Patton and Roman grew up together and their powers manifested when they were eleven and twelve. They met Logan in middle-school, who told them that his ability manifested when he was eight. Apparently, they had stayed close ever since.

They also told him about Patton’s younger brother, Thomas, who apparent knew about powers and would be coming to visit soon. Virgil was wary, for a lot of reasons.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if I accidentally hurt him with my magic and get kicked out? What if he’s secretly evil or something?

He didn’t voice most of these concerns, just the one about him accidentally hurting him with magic. Logan was quick to reassure him that it would be impossible, because Virgil’s magic was based on protection, which meant his magic is literally impossible to hurt someone with on accident. In order for Virgil to have offensive targets, he would have to force himself to feel ill-will towards them.

The magic training was hard. Virgil had to learn how to breathe properly, how to stand, how to move his hands depending on what he wanted to use his magic to do.

He learned wards - protection spells for a specific area, which meant no one with malicious intent could enter, shields - which came in handy when Roman wanted to fence with him. Never again. He learned different types of spells, such as lighting up a room or moving something without manifesting his magic in the physical world.

And in every day, Virgil allowed them to get to know him as well. He hesitantly told them what had happened the day Patton found him. Patton checked up on the little girl and found out the children were in a different home, the father and mother in prison for neglect and child abuse. He told them about his past, how he ended up going from different house to different house because he was never the happy kid people wanted. He told them in hushed tones about how sometimes, it was bad, and he would be lucky if he got to eat or escape with no broken bones. He talked about how some places were pretty nice, when he got a TV or new clothing.

The four of them just clicked, like they had known each-other their whole lives, even though it had only been a week and a half. They were a team, a unit, a...a family.

Virgil loved them, not that he would ever say it out-loud. For one, it was just too soon to say it, much less think it. For two, he was a lot of things, but sappy sure as fuck wasn’t one of them. But he loved them.

He called Patton ‘Dad,’ mainly because he wouldn’t stop calling Virgil ‘Kiddo’ and because of all the dad jokes, which were awful and made Virgil laugh or smile everytime he heard them.

Logan was like his cooler big brother, if he would’ve had one.

Roman...well. Virgil didn’t want to think about what he classified Roman as in his head.

Boyfriend material! That’s what Roman is!

Again, he didn’t like to think about it for too long.

But they were comfortable and happy, which honestly was a sign that Virgil should’ve known that things were going to go to shit.

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summerrrluvvv · 5 years ago

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Chapter 5:

Day 4 in Miami

Zion:

I woke up early to cook breakfast after letting Kyrel out. I made French toast, biscuits, eggs, bacon and sausage. It is weird being around a man that do not want to dick you down 25/8. “Z cooking breakfast?” Ari said. “Somebody got the cutty last night” Mel said jokingly. I smiled and shook my head. “Actually, no I didn’t thank you mam” I said to her in matter fact manor. “Well I got some cutty last night” Tye said smirking. “Well not really but let’s just say he has been fed” She said dancing with her tongue out. Mel frowned and sat down. “I aint had cutty in damn near 6months!” Ari sat down in the bar stool next to hers. “I only ever had cutty one time, but I might get it again” She danced in her seat. “Spill” Tye said. Ari blushed. “He took me to have picnic on the beach, we talked and laughed and went swimming and then he took me home but we kissed and I almost fucked him on that beach whew chile” She said fanning herself. I smirked as I was making the mimosas. “Kyrel came over and just cuddled with me all night” I said feeling giggly. “Awww, see I need this in my life ASAP!” Tye said. Mel and her high-five. “Actually, I have a date tomorrow with Malachi” Mel stated happily. “Okay I see you” I said happy for her. “I got another date with Anthony today, his family barbeque and he said yall can come” Ari said. I shook my head. “Kyrel is taking me on a surprise today!” I told her. Tye nodded. “Yeah Samar and me having a movie night at his crib” She told us. “Well I guess just Mel and I” Ari said to us. Mel frowned, “Damn third wheeling in this bitch” She said. “When are you going to tell Samar Tye?” Mel asked. Tye shrugged. “Girl probably on my death bed” She stressed. “Telling him now would be weird and just throw our mojo off” I nodded. “Yeah just shhhh” I said. “Let’s cheers” I gave everyone a wine glass filled with Mimosas. “Let us Toast to Day 4 of our Miami trip! May we have fun together and get dick individually and thrive and get lit everyday no sad days no bad days” I said. The girls clapped and we drank and ate our brunch I made. It was around 2pm and we all had things to do. Kyrel told me to get cute and pack a 1-night bag, but maybe wear a swimsuit and so I chose the best thing close to what he suggested. He pulled up blasting music, I was excited to see what he had in store.

Kyrel:

I sped over to Zions house anxious as fuck about this date I had planned for us. I had my home boy Chris lend me his speed boat, and his place of Sanibel Island. I hate a whole day and night planned. I know its seems cheesy to be going all out on a girl you met 4 days ago never been in any serious relationship, but I felt like this is a once in a lifetime thing where you meet somebody and oddly you can’t see yourself with anybody else no matter how short the time we had was, I wanted to spend it showing her I wanted for a split second to give her everything. I was scared she hurt me eventually, but I take that risk.

“17 tight jeans and she bout it. White beater T, pretty teeth, yeah she got ‘em

Her body commands your attention (she keeps it so gutta man) Can I take you out,

I'll pay for it.

Girl I got enough, so enjoy it

I'm hoping that your momma don't mind

Cause girl I gotta make you mine.

Girl give me a chance I'm a take it.

Yeah I know I'm young but I'll take it.

I just gotta know

Is this love? Because I gotta know, is this real?

Girl I gotta know, is it you taking over my heart.

If its love, then all my girls and them I gotta give them up.

My playing days is over I gotta hang it up.

I gotta know, I gotta know, yeah, is this love?” I sang horribly blasting “Is this Love” by Chris Brown. As I was pulling up, she came outside. She must have been excited cause I could not even probably greet her at the door. She came to open the door, and I unlocked it for her. “Damn Z, I was coming to give you these” I said smiling hanging her some flowers. She blushed. She started giggling. “Thank you so much, wow Thank you” She said smelling the red roses I gave her. “This is so sweet” She kept saying. “Just wanted you to know you are appreciated” I told her. We listened to this playlist I had made for her about her. Fabulous” Into You” started to play. “Oh, Ima dedicate this song to Zion Ford” I said. She covered her face “Oh lord” She said smiling.

“I can't really explain it

I'm so into you now, I wanna be more than a friend of you now

When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now

And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou'

There's no reason to have a friend or two now

'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's

Maybe, I'm speaking general now

But girl I'mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now

Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now

What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now

Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou'

On 5th Ave shopping spree's, and them dinners to Chow's

I ain't concerned what other men would do now

As long as when I slide up in you, you growl

And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now

And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you

I really like

What you've, done to me

I can't really explain it

I'm, so into you

I really like

What you've, done to me

I can't really explain it

I'm, so into you” She kept giggling but singing along with me. I kept trying to move her hand. “Why you are blushing so hard?” I said laughing. She poked me. “Cause you nigga damn” She said. We pulled up to park my car. I covered her eyes as we walked into the boat. “What the fuck” She said still not being able to see. “Shhh” I told her. I opened her eyes and she looked at me. “Kyrel what is this?” She asked confused. “We are taking this boat to an Island” I told her. She looked at the boat and looked at me. “You know how to drive this? You got the GPS?” She asked looking concerned. I laughed and nodded. “Okay I’m just checking” She said. I passed her a wine cooler and got her comfortable with a blanket. I grabbed the speaker and started playing music. I started the boat and she just sat there relaxing enjoying the view. “ZiZi you want to drive the boat” I asked her. We were 25mins away from the Island. She looked nervous, “Ima drive us into the whole island I don’t know” She said. I laughed, “Come here” I said. I slowed down the boat and let her get in front of me, and steer. “Woah” She said. She was happy as hell. “We bout to go to the Bahamas baby hold on” She said laughing. “You the captain” I told her. I took back over, and we docked the boat the Island. I had a bag full of wine, roses and massage candles, and food. I unlocked the door, and led her in. I am thankful Chris had this place cleaned before I came out here. It was nice little one floor spot. “Ima go get changed” She went to the room, while I set up in the living room, and unpacked our sandwiches and stuff. I was anxious as fuck because I knew we was going to have sex tonight. I lit candles in the living room and rose petals. I got my speaker and let my playlist play. “Before I do” by Sevyn Streeter played. She came back with nothing on. Her hair was messy but sexy. I was trying to show her what I had set up, but she did not even give me any time before she pushed me on the couch and started kissing me. “We can do all that later” She said undressing me before I knew it. I did not waste any time laying on my back and allowing Zion to take control. With she pulled down his my adidas sweatpants, and my Calvin Klein boxers. She pulled them down further looking at me and the dick in between my thighs, and it was safe to say she was intimidated. “I don’t remember you being this big” She said, I started laughing at her nervous expression. I began to stroke myself, allowing my dick to grow longer as I became harder. Her hair laid over my lap as she started to put my dick into her mouth. After about 5mins, Zion grabbed a condom then got on top of me. She sped up the pace a little, catching her rhythm, I almost had to tap out, she sped up and then slowed down looking at me intensely. This was way different then the first time. This was more emotion involved, it was her way of saying she appreciated my surprise. I ran my hands softly up and down her back as she continued to ride harder and faster. I felt like I was about to go crazy any moment. She just kept looking at me and then she kissed me, “Look at me” She said. I kept looking away so I would not cum quick. But she kept forcing my head to look at her. “Cum with me” She said. Kissing me, I damn near cried letting lose, as she moaned into my ear. I was stuck for a good five minutes as she slowed down, and then she stopped smirking at me. “You good?” She asked. I was speechless so I just nodded.

Ariana:

“Caramel drippin in my bed, yeah you know what’s going through my head, I’m thinking about getting with you tonight, I’m thinking about, wifing you up for life”. “Caramel” by Lloyd blasted through our Airbnb as Melody and I were getting dressed. Zion had just left with Kyrel, and Tye left to go get food wit Samar for the movie night. I kept tossing out clothes, I could not find nothing nice to wear appropriately to a family barbeque. “Mel how about this?” I said to her. Melody was bored sitting on my bed as I kept trying on clothes. “Just wear a simple nice fit Ari” She said. I nodded. “Yeah you right” I said. I ran and grabbed and got my simple dress and combed out my hair. Melody helped me with my makeup. As I was putting on my shoes, I got a call from Anthony letting me know he was right around the corner. “I can’t believe you got me third wheeling” Melody stressed. “I’m sorry Mel, there might be guys there” I assured her. She rolled her eyes. We walked outside and Anthony pulled up. I got in the front seat and Melody got in the back. “Hey what’s up, I’m Anthony” He said introducing himself to Melody. She smiled and put her air pods in. “So, you excited?” He asked. He had looked nice and smelled good. I shrugged. “I mean kind of, I’m hungrier than anything” I said. He laughed. “Good cause we got the best food over at my kinfolk spot!” He said. I playfully rolled my eyes. “We gone see, I got my sneakers on just in case you trying to get schooled in some one on one homie” I said. He sucked his teeth in. “Yeah aight” He said. The drive over was not long maybe about 30mins. Melody was a little quiet most of the ride, but Anthony got her to open up. Anthony pulled into a driveway with lots of cars and kids running around. “Whose place is this in the family?” I asked. He smiled. “My abuelita”. We got out the car and went inside. Reggaeton was blasting, the adults were dancing around in the living room and men were playing spades in the back yard, while kids were flying kites and chasing each other. “Hey abuelita” Anthony called out to an older woman seasoning the food. She smiled at him and kissed his cheeks. “My Antonio, and this must be your special guest?” She asked. He smiled and nodded and another women called his name. “Antonio” It was a chocolate woman. He smiled. “Tia Nessa, this is Ariana. My friend, novia” He said to her. She smiled at me. “This is Melody my friend” I said to her as she was hugging me. She hugged Melody and brought us into the back yard the women were dancing and drinking. “Ladies, Antonio brought his friends” His Aunt Nessa said. Everyone was so welcoming. They had us drinking shots and got us Lit off Margaritas. Anthony was at the card table smoking a cigar and chilling. Melody and I danced around with the women and kids. I soon felt hands around my waist. “One on One?” I heard Anthony say. He grabbed my hand and brought me over to goal. I smirked. “You going to wait till Im lit, trashhh” I said. He giggled. “You’re a pro it shouldn’t matter” He said. Most of the fam stood around to make bets and watch us. I put my hair up, and his Tio gave me some basketball shorts. “Alright, whoever gets 3 in the basket wins whoever loses takes whole bottle of Tequila!” He shouted. They blew the whistle and we started playing. “Come on baby” I said, dribbling the ball and faking him out and then I scored. The girls screamed in excitement. “Come on Nephew!” His uncle screamed. Anthony scored one, and it left us with one more shot. “I really like you, alot” I told him. I started to flirt with him and finesse him which was all honest things boy was a sucker and got distracted and I scored. Everybody went crazy. “Better drank that bottle nigga!” I yelled. He laughed and went over to the bottle and took a little chug before he almost threw up. Everyone booed him. Everyone settled down and we ate. Anthony was not lying. It was bomb as fuck. Melody was dancing with Anthony cousin Fredrick. He was 14 so I know she was slightly annoyed, but she was drunk so anything was fun to her. Anthony and I ditched the party for a minute to walk and talk. “How you enjoying the party?” He asked. I smiled. “I love it, you were raised with abuelita?” I asked him. He nodded and smiled. “Yeah, my mom was too young to take care of me, she ran off to Puerto Rico and My dad died before i ever met him” He said. I slowly nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that” I told him he smiled. “It’s cool. He left me alot of money that I invested into a t shirt company. That is why I got nice things; I take care of my whole family. No worries they just party He told me smiling. “Even if it’s not long I’m enjoying your company” He told me. I smiled and turned him around so I could kiss him, made out for a minute as fireworks went off. “Let’s get back before my abuelita think we are fucking” He said laughing. When we got back to the party we just danced and drank. Melody was just chilling. Sooner or later this man was about to get my draws and I was sure of it. I thought as he smiled at me and made crazy faces.

Melody:

All the margaritas and Tequila shots at the Barbeque started to hit me. I seen Ariana and Anthony dancing around on the dance floor with his family. I got offered to dance but I declined. I walked over to Ari trying to seem sober. “Ari, I’m tired, I’m going to catch a LYFT home” I told her. She was drunk as well and shook her head. “No stay” She said. “Ari, I’m going to see you at home” I said walking off. I was annoyed that the girls trip turned into a nigga trip. I guess I was irritated everyone was boo’d up but me. I was walking down the street; I did not know where the fuck I was going. I see a text come in from Isaac. “Hey Melly, I couldn’t find the words to say it when I saw you yesterday, but I want you to know I miss you” I read. My eyes were getting glossy the liquor was taking over. I hit the call button. “Hey what’s up? I didn’t expect you to call” He said. “Isaac, can you come get me” I said. “You alright Mel?” He asked concerned. “No, Ima send you my location” I hung up the phone. I sat in the sidewalk waiting for Isaac drinking the rest of my margarita. I see an Audi A8 all red pull up. I stood up stumbling a little bit. It was Isaac he had on grey sweat shorts and White T and his vans. He opened the door for me and sat down hard as hell. He got in the car and looked at me. “You good?” He asked. I smiled at him drunk and nodded. I gave him my phone for my address, and he pulled off. “Why you out here?” He asked. “Ariana met some nigga and his family was having a party, so she brought me out here” I said sipping through my straw. He grabbed my cup and smelled it. “You drunk Mel?” He asked. I shrugged. “Maybe and give my cup back!” I yelled. He rolled down the window and threw it out. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are throwing MY shit out the window, you not my nigga, you didn’t even want me and now you throwing cups out the window nigga you tripping” I snapped. “Fucking got this dusty ass white tee on and these dick print shorts coming to save me bye nigga bye actually let me out I will walk” I was angry as hell for no reason. He just kept laughing at me. “Chill out with all that, you called me to come get you. I could have left your drunk ass there on the curb, but I didn’t because I love you” He said. I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t because I love you shut up” I said mimicking him. He sighed and laughed a little. We sat in silence and turned on the radio. “You” by Jacquees started playing. “You must got somebody now huh?” He randomly asked. I looked at him and looked towards the road. “No why?” I asked. He shrugged. “Just wondering” He said. “I been focused on me” I snapped. He stopped at a stop light. “That’s what I wanted for you to do” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Melody look man, I aint going to beat around no bush you know me. I want you” He said to me. I felt my heart best out my chest. “What you mean?” I asked. “Shit was cool, I was doing my thing being single just living but after a while shit got weird. I could not get you out my head then you posted it a pic on Ig looking good as ever. I tried to play it cool still but when I see you out here in Miami, just having fun with your girls happy, you seemed different, and not that anything was wrong with you. I just needed to lose you to realize that I wanted you and I needed you”. I did not know what to say.

We pulled up at the house, and I got out the car. He got out and laid on his hood a little. I looked at him still feeling the liquor. “I got to go” I told him. I struggled to get in the house. I tried not to cry, I went in the bathroom and it was a bottle of patron in my bathroom. I quickly drug some of it and got in the shower. I got out the shower and picked up my phone and called Isaac. “Hello?” He said breathing into the phone. “Come back” I said. I played music on my playlist with the house speaker playing “Exchange” by Bryson Tiller. Before I knew it, the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs in my robe and opened the door. He looked at me, and I looked at him. He closed the door behind him. “Come here” I said. He followed me upstairs and stood by the door. “Mel you drunk right now” He softly said. I came up to him and closed the door. “So, give me all of you and exchange for me” Bryson sang. Isaac tried to hold his ground but temptation I guess was giving in. He did not waste no time, grabbing me and kissing me. He backed me up on the bed. I pulled his shirt off him; he was looking sexy as hell with his eyes low and his tatted body just staring at me. I looked down and could see the outline of his dick extremely well in the shorts he had on. It excited and made me nervous at the same time, it had been a minute. He pulled me by my legs to the edge of the bed taking me out of my thoughts. I leaned up and he pushed me back down, he leaned over me and started kissing me softly. He took my left breast into his mouth giving it just enough loving to make me moan, then he switched to the right, giving it the same amount of attention he began kissing down my stomach, once he got to my thighs he pushed them open, making me go crazy, I let out a moan, and he started feasting on me, It just felt too good, he looked up at me, the whole bottom half of his face glistening. He smiled at me. “You still taste good”. I could not believe this was happening.

Isaac:

My min was going crazy, I had thought about this moment so many times believe it or not but not like this, I was going to go smack crazy. She looked up at me wanting me, I climbed on top of her, I kissed her deep as I pushed all the way in, she made a face of pain but it was replaced with a moan after a few strokes. She felt good as hell. She felt like heaven if it was on earth. This shit was too good for me to let some other nigga take my girl. I looked her in her face as I started to slow stroke, watching the emotions play out on her face, she was fucking beautiful. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was ready. She opened her eyes and looked at me, she had her legs wrapped around my waist, and put her arms around my neck as she pulled me in for a kiss. She took her time kissing me, she then pulled away and just looked me in my eyes. This was love making. I had to think about all types of weird shit to keep from cumming, but it's like damn she just kept getting wetter and wetter, she came and I was so close I didn't even have the energy to pull out and I just let go inside of her. She grabbed my face and kissed me intensely. Afterwards I rubbed her back into she fell asleep on my chest. Maybe she will regret it in the morning but right now, I enjoyed the moment.

Tye:

“Bro I hate shopping” Samar said as we were getting food to make Nachos for movie night. I shook my head. “See I should’ve left your ass in the car all that whining nigga grow up” I said. “Grow up” Samar mimicked back smiling. “Fuck that lets go get pizza” He said. “Papa Johns?” I asked. He smirked. “Nah even better Dijornos” He said laughing. I pushed him playfully. “Shut the fuck up Samar before I murder you with this buggy” I said. He started jogging slowly. “Somebody help!” He yelled loud enough for just us to hear, Thank goodness. He grabbed some chips and stuff for the Nachos, and we got cookies to bake. After we left Walmart, we got some weed. Samar already had a lot of liquor at his Airbnb so we aint really to get anymore.

We got back to his place, and I started cooking the Nachos. He decided we should watch Harry Potter and drink every time they say Hogwarts. It was my first time ever watching so I was excited. “We about to get fucked up” He said. The nachos were ready, and we had made a little set up for our drinking game. Samar started the movie in already 35mins in, a bitch was lit! I was drinking just because they were in Hogwarts. “Nigga they aint say Hogwarts!” Samar said lit as well. “Well hell they will soon they live there!” I stressed. “I’m taking a shot because you said Hogwarts” Samar said. “Throw me a mini party Samar” I stressed. Samar went and got his equipment and started DJing in the living room. “You bad girl and your friends bad too, you got swag saucy drippin swag goo, I may be young but I’m ready. To give you all my love” I sang as he played Beyoncé “Party”. I danced around the living room. “Aye all my ladies that like to Party let me hear you say it!” He yelled. “Cause we like to Party ayyy ayyy ayyy ayyyy!” I yelled lit. He switched the song to “Yummy” by Justin Bieber. “Yeah you got that yummy yum that yummy yummy yum” I sang as I twerked with my cup of Ciroq. “Fuck it up Tye Tye, they jealous over here in V.I.P” Samar yelled on the mic. My drunk ass turned around trying to see the Jealous hoes but realized it was just me at the pretend club. I partied with Samar for 2 hrs before we chilled out and smoked listening to Frank Ocean. “Thinking about you”. I got up with my blunt and danced around the room before getting hit with a pillow. “Motherfucker!” I yelled cause the blunt flew out my mouth. I placed it down to smack him with my pillow. “Come find me nigga!” He said before running around the Airbnb. His Airbnb was like ours a big ass mansion. We chased each other all over the house. I ended up falling after tripping on the pillow he hit me with. He fell on me after and rolled over to just look at me. “Imagine” by Ariana softly played. “Kiss me and take off your clothes Imagineeee a world like that, Imagineee a world like that”. I looked at him back. My heart raced and I felt the courage to kiss him so I did. I felt his lips not responding to me kissing him. “Im sorry” I said drunk and embarrassed. I got up and started to walk off to the room I picked to stay in. I felt Samar grab me back. I turned around and he kissed me. I gave into the kiss. “Can you Imaginneeee it” the song played. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me instensly. “I think I started something I think I started somethin', I got what I wanted. Did didn't I can't feel nothin', superhuman. Even when I'm fuckin' Viagra poppin', every single record autotunin'”. “Novacane” by Frank Ocean played. We kissed walking backwards into the kitchen. He had me in the kitchen corner, he pulled my shirt off and I was pulling off his, we was moving fast as fuck. It was like if we were trying to hurry before we changed our mind. He turned me around and I was bent over the kitchen counter, as I felt him, use is fingers to make me more turned on then I already was. He softly put his tip in snd then all of him was inside of me. I couldnt believe this shit was happening.

“Novocaine, baby, baby, Novocaine, baby, I want you

Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb

Love me now, when I'm gone, love me none” I heard as we were fucking in the kitchen. Samar was kissing up my back making me moan out loud. I felt like I was dreaming. He grabbed my hair, “Tell me you love it” He said. “I love it, I love you” I said. He grabbed my neck and whispered in my ear. “I love you” and without warning, I came instantly and then again. I wanted to cry. Samar pulled out, and we cleaned up and just stood there quietly. “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts” He said finally, he started taking 3 shots of liquor. Before he walked up on me again and kissed me again and walked off. I sat there still drunk and confused and, in a daze if what happened, happened.

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Woke Up Alone;Haechan

Genre: huge angst (im ready to make some people cry im sorry)

Request: @hqleetaeyong my babe requested this a month back for an angst haechan scenario so here it is skdmdn

A/N: i spent so much time on this omg dont kill me after yall read this please

*Warnings: de*th/depression

Word Count: 2,481

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Nothing seemed to be going your way anymore-you were flunking all your class assignments and tests despite your constant efforts to revise and study, and all because of a small misunderstanding, your friends had turned their back on you.

The people you once could lean on and gain support from, were now gone.

The digits on the weighing scale added more salt to the wound, constantly reminding you of how you weren’t as slim as the people around you, and that you had lost many you once thought were worthy because of this small matter.

Nobody seemed to understand you. Once you thought everything was going well, it all fell apart again, leaving you at your most vulnerable.

You needed someone to hold you in their arms, remind you that you were loved and appreciated. And most importantly, you wanted someone who could give you love and comfort.

But you didn’t have anyone.

You couldn’t even trust yourself anymore.

You hated yourself more than anyone could ever.

You blamed yourself for everything that had happened.

You were completely alone.

But yet at the end of every day you found yourself lying on your bed, all curled up in the warmth of your own arms, thoughts running deeply in your mind. All you could do to make everything better was to assure yourself that it’ll get better.

At the end of the day, you could depend on no one else but yourself-

-as much as you hated it.

——

His face was etched vividly at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t help but think about him for the fifth time that day. His small and shy smile and laughter replayed in your head as you remembered how he reached out his hand excitedly to shake yours, then slightly bowing as he flashed you his bright smile again, his eyes forming into the shape of crescent moons.

Just this itself could make you smile, the first time you ever did genuinely in a few weeks.

“My name’s Haechan! I’m looking forward to working with you all hehe”

You remembered how he said that sentence in an excited tone, and behind his voice it was as though you could feel a small boy jumping inside of him, ready to fill your days with laughter and joy.

You found yourself smiling once again, before you snapped out of your trance as you catched a glimpse of yourself in the mirror seating by the bedside.

How long has it been since you last smiled like that?

How could a boy you just met today make you feel so happy and contented?

—

The next morning, you were more than excited to head of to the cafe for work- for the first time ever.

The lady dressed in full black, your boss, looked at you shock as soon as she saw you enter the cafe, then squinting her eyes, “Why are you here so early today, Miss Y/N, i thought you dreaded work? Is something up?”

You let out a small laugh before shaking your head, placing your bag in the usual spot in the staff room, “No, i just.. felt good today”

Your boss gave you a comforting smile, then pat your back, “I was joking. I’m glad that you are, i told you working in a cafe could help clear your mind hm?”

You smiled back at her. You were thankful and grateful for her care and concern towards you, and you only had her to thank for making you feel much better than you were a few weeks back.

She had noticed you completing blanking out in a bookshop near your house, and immediately asked if you were okay. Finally having someone to even worry over you, you couldn’t help but break down in front of her, a complete stranger at that time, and letting everything out that you had been holding in forever.

She completely understood, and promised to help you out. Which was why you were currently able to work as a barista in her small cafe, after she offered that it may help you get your mind off things a little.

And it did.

You put on your apron swiftly, then started to set everything up, preparing the cups and ingredients needed.

Not long after the door to the cafe opened once again, and you were met with the eyes of the one you had been thinking of the whole night.

His soft brown hair was slightly covering his eyes, and his dark brown skin seemed to glow under the sun. He caught eye contact with you and bowed slightly, the sides of his cheeks raising up, his eyes turning into thin lines again.

You returned a shy smile, eyes unable to leave him.

Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the staff room, then to the empty spot right beside you.

“Y/N? Good morning!” he waved his hands in front of your face, followed by a small giggle.

You stuttered a little, “H-Hi, good morning” before giving a small awkward wave back, causing him to laugh.

He shook his head then smiled to himself, “You’re so cute”

His words hit you all of a sudden, and you felt a tingling feeling throughout your whole body. Your cheeks started to burn as you tried quickly looked away from him, “o-oh.. am i?”

You closed your eyes and mentally slapped yourself for the words that just came out from your mouth.

Surprisingly, Haechan nodded his head, then held out a thumbs up in front of you, saying even louder to you, “Yes you are”

Naturally, your lips started to curl up as his words replayed in your mind over and over again, your heart quickening its pace every single time.

He was special, how could someone you only just met made you this happy?

——

“Y/N!!!!! I got us some chicken, open your door and stop sleeping you pig” Haechan’s loud voice rang through your whole apartment, as his fingers repeated pressed the doorbell.

You peered your head out of your room, eyes squinting at the bright light from the door, then letting out a groan and laying back in bed, “Just open it, it’s not locked”

You heard shuffling from the outside as you closed your eyes again, hoping that you could get back some of the sleep you lost due to Haechan’s shouting.

However, his voice rang loudly again, “Do you not know how dangerous it is to not lock your door i cant believe you did that, what if something happened to you?”

Haechan nagged at you as he shook your legs lightly, trying to wake you up.

But seeing that you had no reaction at all to his doings, he jumped right on the bed beside you, then attacking you with tickles, causing you to scream and laugh out loud.

After a few minutes of the ‘wrestling’, Haechan hit your arm lightly, slightly out of breath, then nagging at you once again with his now obvious irritated voice, “Wake up now please”

You turned to face him abrutly at his words, your smile slowly fading away into an expression of admiration as he was only an inch away from you.

5 months of friendship but you all had never been this close.

It made your heart race.

And there was a moment of silence

You saw Haechan gasped a little, his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips, his cheeks turning into a light pink as he got up quickly.

His voice softened as soon as his eyes met your gaze.

“C-Come out, let’s eat the chicken before it gets cold.”

You shook your head and covered your face to forget everything that had happened, but your heart wasn’t cooperating.

It was beating really quickly, and loudly.

Does he know i like him?

Does he like me too?

——

His arms were around your shoulders, your head on his chest. His soft and warm voice acting as a lullaby as he sang you a short tune. He was caressing your hair lightly, both of your breathings together as one.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry” Haechan said those words to you for the third time that night, attempting to make you feel better after you started breaking down suddenly after being not able to sleep.

And you blame overthinking for it-your thoughts got the better of you again and you just started thinking of every single negative thing that had ever occurred to you.

Next thing you know, Haechan has rushed right over to your house immediately after getting your call, despite it being at a late 2AM.

You nodded your head at his words, wiping your tears once more, snuggling deeper into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

Someone was finally there for you when you needed it.

He made you feel appreciated and cared for, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.

You felt comfortable in his arms, against his body.

His arms never left you once that night and you felt secure, and safe.

Only he could make you have that feeling.

You were deeply in love with him.

——

Just like any other day, you found yourself waiting patiently for him to walk into the cafe, face full of smiles and happiness, pulling the strings of your heart and making your day full.

Especially today, you wanted to see him the most, mainly because you had wanted to tell him something important-your feelings.

Your eyes would lit up in excitement whenever you saw the door to the cafe open, but would droop into disappoint when you weren’t met with the person you wanted to see most everyday.

Two hours later and he was still not here, and you were worried sick.

Is he not feeling well? Did something happen? He hasn’t been replying since yesterday.

Your eyes would quiver as you’d blank out occasionally, as your mind would drift off to think about where Haechan was and where he went.

He never skipped work once, even when he was sick, it was unlike him.

You tried calling him, but there no answer.

You went back that day feeling devastated, as though you had lost everything. One day without seeing him and you were back to the old you, how could you live without him?

The next day you went to work enthusiastic again, hoping that he’d appear. But he still hasn’t returned to any of your calls or messages.

After a long and tiring day of being disappointed countless times, you sighed and made your way back home, alone, unlike the usual days where Haechan would accompany you and fill you with his jokes and funny stories, turning you into an endless fit of laughter.

The third day, still no replies or his appearance. It was as if he disappeared into thin air.

Day of day you’d make your way to the cafe, holding on to the small strand of hope that he was going to come back, but none of it happened.

You were getting less and less and motivated, and you did everything with almost no emotion. You didn’t feel happy anymore, that is, without Haechan right by your side.

Your boss had noticed and she knew the reason why, and she knew she had to tell you sooner or later.

“Y/N, could you come here for a talk? We’ll stop work after this,” she called out to you softly, motioning you to seat beside her at one of the small tables.

You nodded without saying a word, then sat beside her emotionlessly, mind filled with thoughts of that one person.

The lady beside you took in a deep breath before placing her hand on your thigh, “I know you’ve been feeling upset lately.. and it’s because Haechan’s gone suddenly, right?”

You turned your head to her immediately at the mention of his name, then raised your eyebrows at her, “Yes, do you know why? Did he tell you?”

She sighed again, then closed her eyes, a look of remorse on her face, “You see… Y/N, Haechan.. he’s… gone”

You were confused at her words, as you furrowed your eyebrows together, your hand holding tightly onto hers, “What do you mean.. gone? Did he move to another country? Where did he go”

She frowned, as you could see her trying to hold her tears back, “You see, Y/N. Haechan, you thought he was that one kid that’s always happy right? Truth is he’s gone through much more than you and he’s actually really really sad inside. But he told me not to tell you so you wouldn’t worry, and i took him in here because he heard of you and wanted to cheer you up, because he didn’t want you to feel like him. He, was overwhelmed by a lot of things too these past months but he kept it from you. He couldn’t take it anymore and he.. went to a better place, at least he’s happy there. Y/N, please i know you love him a lot and he’s always so happy telling me about you and-”

You ran out of the door and onto the road after hearing all those words, your tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly as you didn’t want to believe what you just heard. You heard shouts calling out for you, but before you knew it, a huge blow threw you onto the floor and you were met with pitch darkness.

——

The wind from the air conditioning’s blowing strongly in your direction, making you hide even deeper under your sheets, trying to find warmth.

But nothing was the same anymore.

Outside your room were people talking and walking around, holding flowers or basket of fruits to visit their loved ones, each of their rooms filled with care, love and warmth.

But for you, your hospital room was filled with utter silence, other than the constant beeping from the heart rate machine standing beside you.

It seemed to be your only friend.

You room was cold, dark and empty.

No one was there for you, again.

His face was the only thing you could think of, as the memories that you two had spent over the past 9 months replayed in your head, remembering even the smallest detail.

Because he meant that much to you.

And he still does, but does it even matter now?

You wiped the tear falling from your swollen eyes roughly as you hid your face in your arms,

you were used to this

after all, you still ended up waking up alone.

#jskdndnd #im so angsty i swear #nct scenarios #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck #haechan #lee haechan #nct haechan #nct 127 #nct dream #nct angst #nctwriters

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